Lose Your Mind

Chapter 1: Tattoo

I'm sitting in a tattoo shop with my brother. Scott really wanted a tattoo, so... We are getting it today. He's been talking about it all day. He gives the man in front of him a piece of paper with two black lines on it. The guy looks at it confused and then back at Scott, who was sitting in a chair, smiling.

"Boy, it's a good thing you drew me a picture." The man says. My brother is just looking through some of the books while I'm sitting next to my best friend.

"Hey, Scott, sure you don't want something like this?" Stiles shows him a picture of a kanima. Scott raises his eyebrows and rolls his eyes after.

"Too soon." I smile.

"Yeah..." He places it away and takes a seat next to me. "I don't know, man, are you sure about this? I mean, these things are pretty permanent, you know?"

"I'm not changing my mind." Scott says, confident.

"Why two bands, though?" I ask.

"I just like it."

"Don't you think your first tattoo should have some sort of meaning, you know, or something?"

"Getting a tattoo means something." Scott smiles as the man takes a place next to Scott, to get ready to place the tattoo.

"I don't think that's..."

"He's right. Tattooing goes back thousands of years. The tahitian word 'tatua' means 'to leave a mark'. Like a rite of passage." The man interrupts me.

"Yeah, you see? He gets it." Scott says as he looks at the needle that the man was preparing.

"He's covered in tattoos, Scott, literally." Stiles informs.

"Okay, you ready?" Scott leans back in the chair as the man asks one last question. "You ain't got any problems with needles, do you?"

"Nope." Scott answers as the needle is turned on, making contact with his skin as it keeps piercing the needle through it.

"I tend to get a little squeamish though, so..." Stiles looks at the tattoo as my werewolf reflexes were just on time to catch his fall. Yes, he just fainted.

***

We exit the building while Scott keeps looking at his covered tattoo. I smile as we all enter the blue jeep and take our claimed places in. My brother starts the gas as he turns to his friend.

"You okay?" He asks.

"Kind of burns." Scott looks at his arm again as I lean forward a bit so that I can join the conversation.

"Yes, you just had your skin stabbed about a 100.000 with a needle." Stiles explains as he takes a turn with the car.

"Yeah, but I don't think it's supposed to feel like this." Scott jumped a little as my eyes went to his arm. "Oh, god. No, it's definitely not supposed to feel like this. I gotta take this thing off."

"No, no, no, no, Scott. Scott, please stop." Stiles says as he is doing his best to keep his eyes on the road. Scott removes the cover from his tattoo as Stiles stops the car to look at it. The black ink disappeared as it was replaced by his normal skin color.

"Oh, no, what?" Scott asks, annoyed.

"It healed." I reply.

"Thank god. I hated it.... Sorry." Stiles says as he starts the car again. I give my brother a death stare as it's not really the thing to say to your best friend, is it?

"He didn't mean it... It looks awesome." I correct him.

Stiles stops as the light in front of him was red. I look at Scott and think of a subject to start a conversation.