Chapter 1 Tattoo

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My name is Emily Seeon and I've been lonely all my life.

I lay in my bed, thinking with the door shut and my eyes closed, and the lights completely off. I lay there lonely, there is a big difference between alone and lonely, being alone is a choice, but being lonely is never a choice. All my life I have been lonely, no one would want to be with me, they said I was weird or abnormal I guess it's because of my long dark brown hair and bright blue eyes, they say I look like I came out of a horror movie. Everybody tells me being lonely is a choice, but if it were a choice, then I would have chosen sooner to be with somebody and to have someone who cares about me. But I have no one to care for to have fun with; it's just me. My parents are always at work, so I'm always alone. My whole life starting from the age of 10 I've been lonely, and now I'm 17.

I get up and fetch a black marker on my desk. I pick it up to remove the cap and start writing in tiny letters on my arm; Lonely is never a choice. I go downstairs, cross the driveway and get into my car. After 20 min I arrive at Tattoo parlor. I walk inside and see a man covered in tattoos, I ask " Hi, how much for a tattoo." "Well you have to show me it first then we will see" replied the tattoo artist. I hold my up my arm and show him my arm with the words lonely is never a choice. He nods and points to a seat. I sit down, and he asks " Where would you like it?". I point on my shoulder, and he begins. While he is doing my tattoo I think no one will notice, my parents barely see me, and no one else cares.

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I arrive home, and my tattoo starts to hurt a little, but the pain doesn't bother me I'm used to it. I go into the kitchen and make a sandwich. I eat alone every day it doesn't bother me anymore I turn the TV on so I don't feel lonely, but I am, I just can't except the truth. I finish eating and sit on the couch to continue watching the show. I could be doing anything right now; drugs, alcohol, even walk around the house with nothing on, and nobody would care. I just don't do it because I'm hoping one day I will find someone. While I'm waiting, I will just be normal and pretend nothing is wrong when it is exactly the opposite.

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⏰ Last updated: Apr 08, 2017 ⏰

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