Don't think about it, just don't think about it. I stared at the papers in front of me. I thought to myself just sign them and you'll never see him again. None of them, I've been hiding from everyone I have no friends I lost all my family. It's just me and this old tattoo shop I sleep in. It's been a week since I told Monic to start accepting appointments but no one has showed up I just sit in my dark office. Maybe its me. No one wants to work with me. I lay my head on my desk and close my eyes i'll deal with it tomorrow.
I hear the door creak open. It's probably Monic checking on me again. She does it every few hours. I don't know how to ever repay her she deserves more than working with me. It seem like she owns the shop more than me.
“Monic” I whispered. “Monic, I need you help me”

“Don't worry darling i’ll fix you”

Looking up i see an unfamiliar man with a British accent.

“What do you want” i spoke in a harsh tone.

“Come on i want to help you” his voice so sweet.

“But why me”

Notes

well hello its been a very long time but you guys knows ill update if you want me to continue but you guys need to let me know.