crimson tears ➣ pjm

➣ eight

i woke up early in the morning and immediately drank.

it's what makes me get through the day. without my alcohol, my anxiety kicks in or depression ties me down to my bed to the point i'd ditch work and completely isolate myself for the whole day. i'd probably sleep it off and all. so i drink a bit as soon as i wake up everyday.

i'm ditching work today for a different reason though. i want to get a new tattoo. i heard from some couple of guys at pandora bar that a new tattoo parlor just opened right across the street from the bar itself.

when i go to that part of the city, i don't really pay attention to the surroundings. i just go straight to the said tattoo parlor because i fucking need it. if i hadn't heard about this place, i would've never known.

i arrived at one in the afternoon at the place, noticing there weren't many people at all. they just had a customer waiting at the front desk, discussing the kind of tattoo they want to the receptionist. there were about four workers present: one was sitting down eating a burger; the other was scrolling on his phone and the last...

...the last guy seemed oddly familiar. i was about to walk closer to him to get a better look when the receptionist called out to me. 

"can i help you with something?" she had tattoos all over from the neck to waist down. i noticed this since she was wearing a crop-top. she looked just like anyone you'd expect to be working at pandora. 

the other customer also looked at me and i could tell she seemed mesmerized. i gave her a small smile before turning to the receptionist. 

"yeah. this might sound kind of weird but i uh...i'd like a tattoo of this on my back?" i then showed her a picture on my phone. she seemed unbothered while the other chick's look of admiration turned into confusion mixed with disgust.

"alright. tyler, why don't you take him?" she turned to a boy who seemed to be around their twenties and had incredibly pale skin with bones almost poking right out of them. he pulled down his hoodie, revealing his curly blue locks. for a few seconds, neither of us spoke. we just stood there and stared at each other.

he was the guy who took me to his house without my consent and claimed he was trying to save me.

"tyler?" spoke the receptionist. "oh, yeah. alright. i'll take of it." he walked towards me and asked for my phone.

"excuse me?" i asked, confused and still shocked. he, on the other hand, seemed to have moved on quickly and sighed in annoyance when i wouldn't hand him my phone.

"or you could just send the picture to our professional e-mail if you don't want to send it to my phone."

"why would i do any of those?"

"i need to print the picture so i could do your tattoo."

"huh?"

"honey, is this your first time getting a tattoo?" the receptionist asked and i heard the other girl giggle. 

i just handed the blue guy my phone. 

"thank you," he said before disappearing into another room that had curtains for a door. 

i don't know what i'm doing. i don't know why i just gave him that. i don't know why i'm even letting the man who kidnapped me drive a needle through me for i don't know how many hours. what the fuck.

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a/n; i just got my tat 3 weeks ago lol and this chap is unedited 'cause it's 3am and i wanna sleep but i also wanted to update it ;) enjoy