Remembering

1: Anxiety

I screwed up. Big time. I knew as soon as I talked to him that I wouldn't go back.

Me and my best friend go matching tattoos on the day in between our twelfth birthdays. 

Remember.

So simple yet so meaningful. I remember how we got them. We stole one of his dad's tattoo guns and gave ourselves tattoos. Mine on my wrist and his on his shoulder.

That was two years ago. Now, its a blur. Or..... it was.

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"Yellow." My head shot up at the sound of my 'name.'

"Yeah, Red?" I asked. I was the third to arrive. We all have a color assigned to us.

"What are your plans for tomorrow?" she asked.

"I'm leaving." Tomorrow was my fourteenth birthday. The day I had a choice to leave for as long as I'd like or stay here forever. I was the youngest and the only one that chose to leave.

"Wow, Sunny." Orange finally spoke.

"I need to find a few things out before I choose to stay." I turned my attention back to my drawings.

"Drawing Him again, I see." said a voice from behind me.

"Hi, Blue. Where's Green?" 

"Out with Purple."

"Shopping?"

"Yup."

I smiled. Green and Purple were always shopping whenever they had the chance. 

I finished coloring the pupil. I set my pencil down and spread the eight drawings of Him I had. I tilted my head, trying to remember a name. He was the reason that I decided to leave. Ran my finger over the drawn tattoo on his shoulder. Then the matching one on my wrist. The first thing I did when I got here was pick up the paper and a pen and draw. I had had a dream about Him the night before. I drew him sitting against a tree smiling at me.

I picked up my folder and put the pictures inside. I dumped out the pictures I drew of the girls. 

"Here." I picked them up and handed the one I drew of me to Red. 

"Make sure you frame it and put it up right here." I pointed to an empty spot on the wall.

"Okay, bossy." She smirked at me. I stuck my tongue out at her and ran upstairs to go pack, taking the pictured of them with me. I smiled.

I'll miss them.