Lizzy

After hearing nothing from Kattie for a significant amount of days, I came to the conclusion that she either didn't care or didn't know what to say. Either way, there was no chance I could bring myself to forgive her for the pain that was now my existence. Every day I tried to not think of her, to not think of what I had witnessed. The pain just continued day in and day out.

My trips to see Sam to get my weed fix had become more consistent. Weed didn't seem to completely fill the void, however, so I added alcohol; that helped to just tip me over the edge enough to feel like a normal human being and attend work. Though, I could feel pain whenever I started to seep out of my weed and alcohol coma, thus, I felt myself needing something more. I continued to attend work, as did Aaron and the work gang continue to try to get me out of my house and to enjoy life once again, this time without Kattie. I let them persuade me to go out in the hopes that it would make me feel a bit better.

My first instinct when I was out of the house that day was to get my tattoo covered, or changed somehow to un-attach the sentiment of the girl who broke my heart into a million pieces. At the point where I left the house, I hadn't showered in days and my hair was a big, oily mess. I was wearing the same clothes from days ago–the one day since I got back that I managed to change into something comfortable. I made it to the tattoo parlor where I saw Thomas standing at reception.

“Hey, Lizzy,” He smiled his crooked smile. He recognized me. Interesting, since he probably fucked my girlfriend as well as everyone but me. The realization made me feel extremely sick. I reached for the nearest chair and sat down to gather myself.

Thomas searched my face, “Are you okay, dude?” He put his hand on my shoulder in an effort to comfort me I presume, although I was way past being comforted at this point in time.

“Just a head spin,” I said, shaking my head as I tried to stand up.

“Hey, I would advise against that, mate. Sit down. Don't try to get up.” He looked at me with worry. “What are you doing here anyway? You know I can’t tattoo you in this condition, right? You on the plant? You drunk? What is it?” He stared at me accusingly.

I looked at him, blurry eyed. “If you must know …” I said, slurring my words. Okay, so I was a bit more drunk than I had thought. For work, I just consumed enough to seem human. Now, I was on another level. “Kattie cheated on me. I went to surprise her in Brazil and she was fucking someone else. You fucked her too, didn't you?” My words came out louder and more accusing than I had anticipated.

“Keep it down!” he hissed at me. “No, I didn't sleep with her. I'm sorry this happened to you, but it has nothing to do with me.”

I looked at my arm, pushing the tattoo toward him. “I need this covered up. I can't look at it anymore. It’s making me go insane. It screams her name every time I see it.”

He looked at me, then at my arm, pity displayed on his face. He then gazed over at his boss, eyebrow cocked. “Hey, I'm going to need to take my lunch break now.” He said, taking my arm and putting it around his shoulders. “I'm going to take you home, Lizzy.” We walked and I fell into a daze, my head leaning on his shoulder as he pulled me along to my house. When I awoke, I was on my bed and Thomas was sitting there staring at me. I quickly sat up, alarmed. “How did we get here?, How do you know where I live?”

Suddenly the memories of what had happened came to me. Embarrassment washed over me and I put my hands on my face.

His voice filled the silence. “Kattie brought me here. And no, it’s not what you think… We were hanging out, as friends and she needed to pick something up.” He sighed, “Look, I know you are having a bad time, so I have something that can help. Why don’t you come around to my place at about seven tonight? I’ll show you what I have.”

I moved my hands from my face to look at him. “This better not be some weird sex thing.”

He laughed and shook his head as if what I had said was so ridiculous. “I'm no stranger to drugs. I have something that will make you seem human to others, but on the inside you will feel like a different person. Trust me, you need it.”

I agreed and he wrote his address down in my phone, leaving me to my own demise on my bed.