Post by Wednesday on Jun 19, 2009 11:22:55 GMT -5
Ever since i moved to Gradean Valley I have always felt like someone has been watching me. I learned quickly that new people didn't move to the valley very often, so I become the center of attention for the first time in my life and so far I hated it. I liked being separated from everyone else; it is just easier that way.
As time went on people seemed to slowly adjust to my presence in the town and have stopped staring but the feeling of being watched still hasn't gone away. Most days I ignore it, but others i can hardly do anything without looking over my shoulder. I can hardly sleep some nights. Do you know how hard it is to run a tattoo parlor when you haven't had any sleep? Of course no one wants to have you put a needle to your skin when you haven't had any sleep. Those are my dead days, and when i do get sleep I'm always surprised how many people come into my shop with how small this town is.
Today was one of those days. No business what so ever. I must radiate exhaustion. I usually just stay behind the counter with my head rested on the sample book, and just about to fall asleep I got the feeling of being watched stronger than ever. All my muscles tightened and my heart began to beat faster. Then something strange happened, the bell for the front door rang. I lifted my head to see a man step into my shop. He looked about 5'11" dressed mostly in black to include his jacket, pants and boots. Even his short hair was black. The only thing that was not black was his white shirt, his lightly tanned skin, and his bright blue eyes.
My speeding heart stopped all together for a few beats, but not because he was gorgeous, which he was, but also because I knew with every fiber of my being that he was the one that had been watching me.
As time went on people seemed to slowly adjust to my presence in the town and have stopped staring but the feeling of being watched still hasn't gone away. Most days I ignore it, but others i can hardly do anything without looking over my shoulder. I can hardly sleep some nights. Do you know how hard it is to run a tattoo parlor when you haven't had any sleep? Of course no one wants to have you put a needle to your skin when you haven't had any sleep. Those are my dead days, and when i do get sleep I'm always surprised how many people come into my shop with how small this town is.
Today was one of those days. No business what so ever. I must radiate exhaustion. I usually just stay behind the counter with my head rested on the sample book, and just about to fall asleep I got the feeling of being watched stronger than ever. All my muscles tightened and my heart began to beat faster. Then something strange happened, the bell for the front door rang. I lifted my head to see a man step into my shop. He looked about 5'11" dressed mostly in black to include his jacket, pants and boots. Even his short hair was black. The only thing that was not black was his white shirt, his lightly tanned skin, and his bright blue eyes.
My speeding heart stopped all together for a few beats, but not because he was gorgeous, which he was, but also because I knew with every fiber of my being that he was the one that had been watching me.