8. Puck
Age 15
“Purple flowers and the second star on the right.”
My heart is beating hard and fast, nerves floating around my stomach with the words waiting to come out of my mouth, but I say them anyway before I can chicken out.
“To remind me of my favourite girl.”
I knew as soon as King told me about the tattoo parlour he’d seen the last time he was out that I wanted to try to get one. I’ve always loved tattoos. My dad was covered in them, and I wanted my skin to look like a canvas of exceptional art. I never thought I’d get one this early, but I also knew there was no harm in trying. I do look older than I am, and that’s on the tattooist if he isn’t gonna I.D me.
For a couple of weeks, I’d been thinking about what to get, and although there are so many designs I want, every thought came back to her.
I know we’re young, but I have this connection to her. This magnetic bond that keeps me close to her. That fierce need to protect and fight for her only grows stronger every day.
Aside from her family, I’m her only friend. So if I’m her only friend, I’m going to make sure I’m her best friend.
Her eyes start to water, and I wonder if I actually made a mistake. Is this too far? Is she going to think something into it?
I know she has a little crush on me, I’m not blind. But she’s only thirteen, and she knows nothing outside of these walls apart from what she reads in books and fairy tales.
She’s been living with the villain her whole life, not the hero. She knows better than anyone that life doesn’t go the way the stories make you believe.
“Don’t you like it?” I ask, going to pull down my sleeve, but her hands reach out and gently hold my arm, her palms clammy.
“No, I- I love it.” She looks up at me, staring deeply into my eyes. “I love it.”
And I nod, because I know that somewhere in there, she means something else.
Bon,
Purple flowers and the second star on the right, to remind me of my favourite girl.
One day,I will be covered in tattoos that remind me of you. This is just the beginning. My skin is a blank canvas and you’re my muse.
I love that you love it…
Second star on the right…
Till Neverland,
Puck