I've Got A Confession To Make...

I feel that I have to tell Amy about this tattoo on my back. I couldn’t keep it a secret because someone is bound to find out. Here goes…

“Amy, can I show you something?” I ask.

“Yeah,” she says. I take my overall off, and throw my shoes on the floor. I take my t-shirt on, leaving my strap top on.

“Look…” I pull some of it up. She touches it, and I twitch.

“Oh… your back was itchy wasn’t it?” 

“Yeah, I didn’t know what to do, I had to, I – I just…”

“Sara, it’s ok, I would have done the same if I was you just… keep your clothes on”

“Are you going to tell Emma?”

“No. I’m not telling her anything, she can find out herself”

“Oh, is that a good thing?”

“Yeah it is, she knows you wouldn’t say anything”

“Oh ok” there is a pause, and Amy continues to touch it. The door opens, and Amy grabs me back giving me the shock of my life. It’s Emma, oh no… I go to get up, but Amy holds me back.

“What’s that?” Emma asks she’s looking at my arm; she’s looking at the bullet. 

The End

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