The Scars Left By My Memories (Brendon Urie fan fiction)

Scars

I woke up to Brendon shaking the bed as he hovered above me.

"Sarah! Sarah! Sarah!"

He shouted.

I groaned and rubbed my eyes before opening them.

"What?"

I asked.

"I'm taking you to the tattoo shop today!"

Brendon exclaimed as he adjusted me to be sitting up.

"Why?"

I asked.

"Cause I'm hoping you'll get a tattoo."

He said.

"What? Why?"

I asked.

"I thought it'd be nice if you had something to cover your self harm scars so you wouldn't be tempted to hurt yourself again."

Brendon said.

"That's nice."

I said.

"I guess I'll get some."

I added.

Brendon beamed.

We ate breakfast and got dressed and ready before leaving to go to the tattoo parlor. Once we got there I looked around and saw so many people getting piercings, tattoos, smoking cigarettes, and rock music was playing on the radio.

"This is where I get all mine done."

Brendon said turning to me.

"It's cool."

I said looking around.

I looked down at Brendon and my hands intertwined and smiled.

"Hey how can I help you?"

A woman at a desk asked.

"Hey my girlfriend would like to get some tattoos on her thighs can you do that?"

Brendon asked.

"Sure follow me."

The woman said.

"Do you have anything in mind?"

She asked as we walked.

"Uh...no."

I said.

"Well let's go back here where I keep my sketches."

The woman replied.

"Here's some thigh tattoos I can do."

She said handing me some drawings.

"I like the roses."

I said.

"Can I get them going all the way around my legs?"

I asked.

"Yeah."

I read the woman's name tag, her name was Leah.

"Sit here."

Leah said.

I changed into some shorts and lay in the chair.

"What color do you want the roses?"

Leah asked.

"Can I get red?"

I asked.

She nodded.