A/N: chapters so close together whaaaat ;O; * le gasp * ~Car

SONG:  Part Colors (Mashup) Made By Quentin Mashups on YouTube

ORIGINAL SONGS:

Pity Party - Melanie Martinez

Colors - Tobu

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L A U R A N C E ' S           P O V

   I felt the needle enter my skin, a rush of pain surging through me at an alarming pace. The excruciating sensation caused a yelp to escape through my lips, "Calm down. . ." The tattoo artist urged.

   You know when someone tells you to calm down, but instead of it calming you down, it angers you and you become anything except calm? Yea . . . That's about to happen.

   "DON'T TELL ME TO CALM DOWN!" I proclaim, "YOU'RE STICKING NEEDLES INTO ME AND SHOOTING INK INTO MY SKIN! I CAN'T SIMPLY BE CALM!"

   The tattoo artist rolls his eyes, it seeming as if this is a normality to him. It might be, you never really kno-- OW.

   I yell out, pain again surging through my body, "WHAT IN THE NAME OF IRENE DID YOU JUST DO?" I question rather loudly.

   "Insert the ink." He answers simply, nothing of the moment seeming to phase him. For me, it's like the biggest thing, but to him it's an everyday thing. Well. . . He is a tattoo artist . . .

   The pain causes me to suck in a deep and tense breath, making an attempt to block out some of the unpleasant feeling.

- T I M E S K I P -

      I feel the small cylinder of the needle leave my skin, the tiniest of gaps being felt in my arm. A shaky breaths escape through my chapped lips, me looking down at my arm. It was red, a plastic-like sheet over the new tattoo.

   The tattoo artist took his fingers off of the plastic-like wrap, "Keep that on for two hours, okay?" He instructs, looking straight into my pale blue eyes.

   I nod in response, "Will do." After that, he walks over to the main desk and motions me over so I can pay.

   My body hoists itself off the chair and I find my feet guiding me to the counter where the tattoo artist stands at.

   "How much is it?" I ask as I dig into my pocket. My hand grasps firmly onto my phone and I pull it out, pulling my credit card out of it's case. If you're wondering what kind of case this is, it's a Speck case. The kind that can hold your credit cards and protect you phone from just about anything? Yea, that. I really recommend it (A/N: and yes, it's a real brand. and yes, it really works).

   "Twenty-Five dollars." He answers, his index finger tapping on a screen. I hand him my card, him taking it firmly and gliding it through the small slot that apparently scans credit cards or something.

   My credit card ends up back in my grasp, it finding it's way to my phone case, "Enjoy." He says as I step back to leave.

   I give him a slight nod as if to say 'Thank you' or 'Goodbye'. With that, my body turns and I find my way out the door.

   Eventually, I start running to get home. The plastic wrap was flimsy, it seeming as if it could fall off at any moment.

   Soon, I end up approaching Lucinda's doorstep. I knock on the door, "Oh, Lucinda!" I call out, my voice being raised enough for her to hear my words.

   "Coming!" The red headed witch exclaims, me being about to hear the pitter patter of her feet as she nears.

   The door swings open, the short woman standing there with a small glint of mischief resting in her crimson eyes, "Come on in." She invites, stepping back and allowing me to step inside.

   I walk in, her getting right to work immediately as the door closes.