nadinator
I hear the music blazing through the speakers beside me. Everything around me is vibrating. I feel my heart on my throat. I cannot do this, I mumble to myself. I hear my name, I realize that it's too late to back out. I slowly walk out the stage, my eyes blinded by the sudden burst of light. I hear something else, a sound that did not register at once. I smile, finally realizing what it is: applause.
I thumbed my reply, my hands clammy. I am nearing desperation. My mobile phone is dying. Not now, I desperately need to send this message. I need to tell him this. This may be the last message I ever send, I thought to myself. Fear enveloped my senses, I can no longer think.
The tattoo needles are slowly slicing into her skin. The pain was more than she can bear. I want this, she thought to herself. This is my catharsis, I need this to forget you.
Needles, small but dead useful. Now that I think about it, needles tie everything we see together. Clothes, bags, curtains, bed covers, heck, even our organs during surgery.