Always Be a Broken Girl

Tiff

I want to do reckless things. I want to get a tattoo, pierce my lip and nose. I want to change my hair style. I want to erase these memories. Please help me, because I am doing it whether you do or not, I just want you guys there to help me through it.

"You what?!? Okay, Scar explain the reasoning for this?" Nat exclaimed. Scar shrugged and took the notebook back. After a few seconds of scribbling, she hands it back to us and we read it together.

I don't know why, I just feel as if this is how to get rid of him. Please just be there with me? I don't want to lose anyone else.

"What would make you think otherwise? Of course I will be there. I will always be there for you when you need me Scar. That's what besties are for. Hell, I might get a tattoo with you." Nat says to her. Scar's eyes glow with happiness, she looked at me. I was sitting there silently, taking this all in.

"I don't like any of this. I don't think this is how you should try to forget him, but I will be with you through it all. I am not getting a tatoo thought!" Nat laughed at that and Scar smiled. Hey, at least I made her smile.

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We finally found a tatoo parlor that was willing to do the tattoos, especially considering we were underage. We all sat looking the the book of designs, I have to admit some of them looked cool. But me being a chicken and hating needles, no way was I getting one. I'll just leave the recklessness to Nat and Scar. Scar finally picked out one and showed the guy. He was kinda cute in that tatoo artist kind of way.

"Alright, where do you want it?" She lifted her shirt and pointed to her lower back. He raised his eyebrows.

"You sure you want it there? It will hurt." Of course that would only make it so that she wanted it more. She laid on the table, as calm as can be. I jumped a little when I heard the buzzing of the gun start up.

"Alright, try not to move Sweetheart." The guy said. Just then he moved the gun to Scar's skin. if anyone looked my way they would probably see me turn white. I sort of blacked out. I remember Scar hugging the cute tattoo artist guy and then Nat getting her tattoo done. Next thing I know everyone is looking at me.

"You getting one too?" I shook my head, I know I'm still white as can be, probably whiter.

"Ah come on Tiff, just get a small one. It will be fine." Nat said trying to persuade me. There's no way I'm getting one and that's final.

"Tell you what, I pick out the tattoo, and you can have it for free." the guy said to me. Finally I gave in, nodded to him and sat on the table as he told me to do so. I sat there as he got the ink ready. On the inside I was ready to burst, why did I let them talk me into this? He lifted my leg, laid it in his lap. If this were a different situation I would've thought this as kinky. He lifted my pant leg to my knee and started doing his work. It stung a little but I tried not to think of it. It seemed like forever when he handed me the mirror. I gasped in surprise. I loved it! I looked up at them all and just smiled.

"It's beautiful! Where was the picture for it? I didn't see you copying from one." he shrugged at this.

"I just made it up. You like it?" We all looked at him and that at my leg. It really was amazing.

"Like it? I love it! Thank you so much!" Then I did something that I know surprised not only Nat and Scar, but even myself, I hugged him. It was worth coming out of my comfort zone. Besides, like I said he was kind of cute.

They payed for their tattoos, mine was free as he promised. we got back into Nat's car and were heading back to Scar's place.

"Hey Scar, wanna have a sleep over? We could have our own little party..." Nat said, I mumbled and agreement. I really didn't want Scar to be alone, I'm sure Nat didn't either. She sat there and we waited for the answer. I thought she was going to refuse but then she grinned and nodded.

"Alright! Lets get this party started!" Nat said, then turned up the music. Scar seemed content, for the time being. I had no clue what the music was that was playing, I watched Scar frown at herself looking out the window. My Scar, poor baby. She needed us just like we needed her. We are going to get through this, together!