The Hidden

*Pandora’s P.O.V.*
I stepped in behind Ashley and took in the large room I was now in. Two different tattoo chairs sat on one half and what could be a whole other tattoo shop stood in the other. Binders upon binders laid on a glass cabinet which was in turn filled with drawing stuff, tattoo supplies and whiskey. I chuckled slightly as the bassist went over to his computer. It flickered on with a movement of his mouse. He typed in a short password and opened some icon.

“Whats your name?” Shit, my name.

“P-Pan-d-dora.”

“Pandora? Like that chick who opened the box and let out all the bad shit and locked hope in it?’ He asked turning around to look at me. I nodded. “Why did your parents name you that?” With dead seriousness in my voice I looked into his eyes and replied.

“They said when I was first b-born that my name was Silence. I d-didn’t cry, I just opened my eyes and looked around. But when I turned about 2 years old I started walking around. It was a-amazing. I had broken my hip earlier that ye-year and I wasn't supposed to be able to walk on my own. But at night I would go into the kitchen and take all the forks and knives from the drawers. I would stab all of the utensils into the walls leading to my parent’s room. I did that until I was 11. They renamed me Pan-dora b-because I took away their hope and caused destruction.”

“Wow. Your parents sound great.” Ash said with a chuckle. I smiled.

“They weren’t that bad. Tate helped me and them through a lot of it.” I looked down at my legs. Through one of the rips was a fresh cut alongside an old scar. I shifted my pants until it disappeared. Ash’s had turned back to his computer. Suddenly the printer awoke and I jumped again. Something shiny and slick emerged. The outline for my new tattoo. I had done the lettering myself and sent it to them.

“Where is this from?” The male asked as he picked it up and read it.

“I don’t know. I really don’t.”

“Hey look you aren’t stuttering!” He said with a large grin on his face. That smile. My heart took a chainsaw to my ribs ready to get out. I felt my cheeks turn red.

“Yeah I only do that when I’m scared, nervous or around new people.” The Deviant pointed to the chair that leaned back. I sat down and put my hands in my lap. He pulled on the arm rest and went out to the side and he pulled up a chair into this new crook he made.

“You still want it on your wrist?”

“Yes.”

“You need to use the restroom or anything?” I shook my head.

“No but can I put in headphones?” Ashley smirked.

“I got something better. Hand me your phone or whatever you listen to music to on.” I shifted and took out my phone and handed to him. He walked over to his computer and plugged in my phone to a aux jack. He slid up the access controls and pressed play. Partners In Crime by Set It Off began. Ash prepped my arm for my tattoo and leaned my head back and closed my eyes. Everywhere he touched sent blasing and popping fireworks in my arm. His skin left my flesh and he quickly put on gloves grabbing the two coil tattoo machine and placing in the black ink. He started it up and began working on my arm.

“Let me know if you need a break.” I scoffed.

“I’ll be fine. I was born with major damage to my nerve endings due to my mom drinking while I was still in her. So I feel pressure and heat. I don’t feel cold, or liquids. So I have no idea what it feels like to swim or be hurt.” SHUT UP SELF SHUT UP.
“Woe thats weird.”

“Yeah kinda I guess.” I am going to murder myself. I hummed quietly with the new song that came up: Knives and Pens. Ashley tapped his foot in time with CC’s drumming.

“So I guess you know who I am then?” He asked after a few moments of silence.

“Well, duh. I’m practically dying trying not to go get my phone and take like a zillion pictures of you and then of you and me.” Ashley chuckled and looked up at me.

“We can do that after okay?” Smiling wide, I nodded and held back the urge to scream YES.

“So Mister Purdy, are you having fun tattooing a random girl?”

“Well, you aren’t so random now are you? But yes I am having fun touching a beautiful girl.” The bassist said looking at me and adding a well placed wink.

“Oh ew don’t say it like that its gross.” I cringed and stuck out my tongue.

Notes

UGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH
;-; i got a bunch of new music and I cant listen to it and ughhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

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