The Tattoo

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A/N: I wrote this awhile back, there may be some errors since I just copied it from my Scrivener project. So sorry if there are!!

"We should head towards the tattoo place Ava, We don't want to be late for your appointment." My mom told me sternly, I roll my eyes but follow her into Timeless Tattoos. We had only sat down for a moment before mom asked " So what will your tattoo look like?"

"I honestly don't have a plan, I have a weird feeling the stylist will give me the right one." I reply, she shoots me a 'this is a terrible idea but fine' look. I ignore it. A couple minutes later, a mid-forties friendly-looking woman walks over to us. "Hey there I am Stella, I'll be your stylist, do you know what you tattoo are looking for?"

"Not really," I admit sheepishly "I was hoping you would maybe give me one I liked." She smiled as she replies 

"That is just fine, you know some people say I'm best when people don't have a tattoo in mind." I return her smile, reassured that my idea wasn't extremely terrible. She leads me back to a comfy chair. I let my body sink into the chair as Stella started sterilizing the underside of my forearm, where the tattoo would go with a sharp smelling wipe. As she tosses the wipe into the trash she lets her arm trail toward the tattoo needle. She starts to fill the needle with a dark, midnight black ink as she asks "So Ava, tell me a bit about yourself so I can get a good idea of what your tattoo should be" I nod as I begin talking "I love hanging out with my friends, especially my best friend Ally. At least before." She looks intrigued and asks,

"if you don't mind me asking, what happened with your friend?" For some reason, I decided to pour out my big problem that I had been ignoring for a week to this woman I didn't know.

"Well about two ago. Ally was visiting at my house when we got into a big fight, I had accused Ally of not putting as much work into our friendship as she used to and she yelled back that she was putting the same amount of work as she always had and that I had just gotten clingy. " I had started to cry softly while I was talking and now I was shaking. At the same time, my mom walked toward our chair looking extremely concerned when she saw my tears

"Ava! Honey what's wrong? Does it hurt?" I shake my head no and say

"I told her about the fight with Ally" I sniff as my mom squeezes my hand.

"Honey, It's been almost two years. Is it still this hard to talk about?

 I sniffle as I nod. I calm down after another moment and Stella continues the tattoo. I hadn't noticed but she had pulled the needle away while I was crying, probably so I didn't accidentally push the needle deeper into my arm. My mom decides to stay with us. Stella gently asks

"Ava, do you want to tell me more about yourself? If not that is perfectly fine." I nod and continue talking, careful to go to lighter topics. 

"I don't hate school but I don't love it either. My favorite food is definitely spaghetti. I love the color purple" I point to my purple shirt and shoes to prove my point. Stella nods with a smile as she reaches over for a container of purple ink.

"This will hurt a little more than the black ink but if you want I can make parts of the tattoo purple."

 I nod and she grabs another needle and fills it with purple ink. She goes back to the tattoo and begins with the purple ink. I wince at the beginning but after a couple minutes it becomes bearable.

"I am also going to try to write a book this summer."

 I say and Stella smiles, I zone out for a long time, back to happy times when I had my best friend by my side. When I come back to reality, Stella is putting finishing touches on the tattoo. About a half hour later the tattoo is done and my mom and I are walking out the door of Timeless Tattoos. I glance at my tattoo under the wrap and I notice the abstract design looks a lot like a decorated T and M. I look over to my mom who is focused on driving and lean my arm toward her as I ask, "Does this look like anything specific to you?" She glances at it before looking back to the road,

"Similar to a T and an M. Probably coincidence" I nod trying to ignore the sensation in my stomach that this was definitely not a coincidence. I let my mind drift until we get home.

As soon as we get home I drift into a deep, dreamless sleep. 

A/N: This is very different for those who have read my other story. This is an original story I would love to one day publish so constructive criticism is welcome!! I hope you enjoyed the first chapter.