Status: Finished. I hope everyone enjoyed. Stay tuned for the Prequel to this story. ;D
Life Given.
The Favor.
“Kid, it’s like two days before the tour… wanna do me a favor?”
“Sure, anything.” I was incredibly grateful for the lessons from beyond the grave, so a favor wouldn’t kill anyone.
“I want you to get a tattoo. One that means something to you. For me?” I had an undying fear of needles. When I got my lip pierced I had a blind fold on and they didn’t say a lick to me about what they were doing. When I get shots, even now at eighteen, I have to have my dad come with me because someone has to hold me in place.
Again with the pitiful moan and groan act, I drove down to my cousin’s tattoo shop. He always said when I conquered my fear he would give me my first tat free. I felt pretty happy knowing a lot of my family was concentrated in California. When I got there I knew exactly what I wanted. I didn’t tell Jimmy but he was with me as I explained it to Jesse.
“Kid, that’s going to be one sick tattoo, let’s get it done,”
For the next two and a half hours I laid blindfolded and holding the hand of a ghost. Every now and then Jimmy would say something to reassure me that it was going to be great. It didn’t really hurt as much as I expected, but the close proximity to a quickly moving needle nearly put me into cardiac arrest.
“It’s done kid, and looks fan-fucking-tastic.” Jimmy let go of my hand and I took the bandanna off to look at my pelvis. FOREVER. The letters were solid font except the R-E-V that were empty, and only the outline of the letter. It stretched from bone to bone across my pelvis.
“I have a feeling this is going to be uncomfortable putting pants on.” I muttered standing up and buttoning my pants around the clear bandage. “Yep, I was right.” I cringed, it was a little sore. Jimmy laughed but slapped me on the back.
“You did great kid. I’m proud.” That meant the entire world to me right there, I would have hugged him if it wasn’t for the fact my cousin was still around.
“Well kid, you can take the clear shit off tomorrow before you go on tour and just remember to put this on it every now and then.” He handed me a bottle of whatever and we said our fare-wells.
“When you show them they’re going to love it. I swear kid.”
“Sure, anything.” I was incredibly grateful for the lessons from beyond the grave, so a favor wouldn’t kill anyone.
“I want you to get a tattoo. One that means something to you. For me?” I had an undying fear of needles. When I got my lip pierced I had a blind fold on and they didn’t say a lick to me about what they were doing. When I get shots, even now at eighteen, I have to have my dad come with me because someone has to hold me in place.
Again with the pitiful moan and groan act, I drove down to my cousin’s tattoo shop. He always said when I conquered my fear he would give me my first tat free. I felt pretty happy knowing a lot of my family was concentrated in California. When I got there I knew exactly what I wanted. I didn’t tell Jimmy but he was with me as I explained it to Jesse.
“Kid, that’s going to be one sick tattoo, let’s get it done,”
For the next two and a half hours I laid blindfolded and holding the hand of a ghost. Every now and then Jimmy would say something to reassure me that it was going to be great. It didn’t really hurt as much as I expected, but the close proximity to a quickly moving needle nearly put me into cardiac arrest.
“It’s done kid, and looks fan-fucking-tastic.” Jimmy let go of my hand and I took the bandanna off to look at my pelvis. FOREVER. The letters were solid font except the R-E-V that were empty, and only the outline of the letter. It stretched from bone to bone across my pelvis.
“I have a feeling this is going to be uncomfortable putting pants on.” I muttered standing up and buttoning my pants around the clear bandage. “Yep, I was right.” I cringed, it was a little sore. Jimmy laughed but slapped me on the back.
“You did great kid. I’m proud.” That meant the entire world to me right there, I would have hugged him if it wasn’t for the fact my cousin was still around.
“Well kid, you can take the clear shit off tomorrow before you go on tour and just remember to put this on it every now and then.” He handed me a bottle of whatever and we said our fare-wells.
“When you show them they’re going to love it. I swear kid.”
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I actually want that tattoo now.Comments are much appreciated. (: