Iris ran out as if the building was on fire. She sent a text to her aunt saying she’d go for a run. Once at home she threw herself on the bed and screamed, screamed as loud as she could in her pillow, but it didn’t help.
She dressed in a pair of track pants and went running for nearly two hours, trying to gain a clear head. But Isa’s eyes were hunting her. She no longer liked what he did to her, she felt exposed and betrayed by herself.
Iris nearly collapsed before her apartment when she returned from her run. She tried to steady her heartbeat and threw herself on the bed. Nor the screaming, nor the running had cooled her off. She turned on the shower, raising it to the hottest temperature.
She returned to her bed and took out a book out of the mini library in her room. She collected books since she was a kid, saving for every single one. Iris just loved reading books. It took you to another place, it made you forget. But like every other time she ripped out the end of the book.
“Nobody believes in those crappy happy endings”, she muttered. “Let’s give it some truth.”
And that’s when she would write a real ending for it. While Iris was creating an ending Isa sat miserably on his roof. Finally letting some of his frustrations go. Two patients had followed after Iris and not one bothered to boggle his mind this much.
“Iris Hale, what are you doing to me?” He muttered in the darkness.
Monday was Isa’s day off so he met up with one of his closest friends, Jace, who owned a gym downtown. Isa pulled up to the gym at noon. “How are you doing man?” Jace asked, giving Isa a friendly handshake. They’ve known each other since high school. “Not bad, not bad.” He responded. “You look rather pale. Still not getting any sleep?” Jace had been concerned of him for many years.
“Not really.”
“Something bothering you mate?” Jace asked. Isa sighed, was he that obvious. “It’s something at work.” “Some patient bothering you?” Jace asked. “Something like that?” Jace knew that wasn’t the end of it but he didn’t want to pry. “You know me too well J, I have a new patient. But it’s getting really frustrating, she won’t leave my mind.” He said.
Jace looked shocked to say the least. “She? A girl? What’s going on?” “She’s wounded but yet she stands her ground fiercely, she even leaves me speechless at times. But the thing is, every time she opens up a bit, she leaves me hanging.” Isa ranted.
“You like her, don’t you?” Jace asked. “It’s not like that, many patients don’t open up at first but with her it’s just different. The answers she gives me sometimes, it will keep you thinking for days.” Isa explained.
Jace shook his head at his friends’ stupidity. He was definitely infatuated by the girl but he didn’t even notice. Jace was surprised because he had never seen him acting like that before. Isa never lost his cool. “Isa, the heart wants what the heart wants. Remember that.” Isa didn’t bother to reply.
“Let’s get going, I’m excited to see Michelle again. It has been weeks.” Michelle was Isa’s mother, she was back in town for a couple days.
Iris was already working since 9 am at Hunch, she had an appointment when her shift was over. She had been thinking about it for days now but she was certain on getting a new tattoo. Iris wanted: no sound without silence, tattooed on her collarbone.
She loved the quote, it described everything in her life perfectly. Her shift was done at four, so Iris took a stroll downtown to Danny’s tattoo parlour. Every single tattoo had been done by him, he was a real professional.
There weren’t many words spoken, they had this silent understanding. She took place on an open seat where she was guided to. It took him quite some hours but the result was just what she expected. Perfect.
Many people think tattooing means scarring your body. But a tattoo becomes part of a person, how they perceive themselves, how others perceive them. So, even the ones that were chosen without thought, become a source or identity. They inspire, they can lend strength, they are talisman's, they can remind you of things that you shouldn't forget. They are powerful.
Iris wandered down the streets, it was already quite dark but she liked it. It was peaceful like this. She took her key out, knowing aunt Abby was already on her way to work. Once in her room, Iris took out the supplies she needed for her drawings and put them in a backpack.
She had this place she went to some nights. It was just a street down, right by the lake. There was a bench and a lamppost that illuminated the whole place enough for Iris to do her sketching. This was her nirvana. Where she comes at peace and find contentment in her drawing. Sometimes she sat there for hours until the sun came up. A satisfied sigh escaped her mouth, no sound without silence.
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