For What It's Worth..

I couldn’t believe 3 months have gone by.

Walking into my room at the Comfort Inn, I let out a sigh. I put my duffel bag on the couch and my laptop case on the table. Sitting on the end of bed, I kicked off my shoes and fell back onto the bed.

My last day in New York. I never could stand living in a city, and yet here I am. I touched my shoulder, feeling sore from getting my tattoo. Completely worth it though. My Alice in Wonderland sleeve is now complete. Blowing out a sigh, I got up and dug out my shower supplies and headed for the bathroom. Stripping down, it was kind of hard to not see yourself in the humongous mirror. I peeled off the plastic covering the top half of my arm and shoulder, taking a good long look at my tattoo, which consisted of a brand new pocket watch along with the Mad Hatter’s Hat swirling around my first Alice in Wonderland tattoo; the Cheshire Cat.

I couldn't help grinning at myself, I finally finished this sleeve. My arm was covered Alice themes, all the way down to my fingers. “Mia is going to be so jealous.” Laughing I stepped into the shower, turning on the hot water and grabbing my body wash. Being very careful cleaning my new tattoos. Washing my hair I let my mind go blank. Finally relaxing after a long day of walking around the city, which in my opinion was no small feat.

Rinsing my hair of my shampoo and conditioner, I heard the faint sound of Kopeks Subhuman ringtone from my phone. Probably Anna. I thought. Quickly rinsing off, I turned off the shower and wrapped a towel around me and another for my hair. Assessing myself in the mirror I walked towards my laptop case and dug out my phone, answering it. “Hello?” All I heard was the sound of the dial tone.

Damn, just missed them. I looked at the phone. One missed call from Mom. I text-ed her; Call back when you can. Or Skype me. Send.

I got dressed and turned on my laptop. I put my memory card from my camera in the side. Signing into Facebook, creating a new album, I started to upload all my pictures of all the sights and people here in New York.

“While that’s doing that..” I trailed off and signed into Skype, sure enough my mom was online. I got two calls right away. Mia and my mom, I answered both, so we were all connected.

“Heeey hun.” My mom was in good mood. “Jennnny!” Elizabeth squealed.

“Hey Mom, Mia.” I smiled.

“Hey Elizabeth.” Mom greeted my best friend. “Hey Mom!”

I definitely have the best family ever. “I love when you get along with certain family members of mine.” Smirking.

Elizabeth chided. “She’s the only family member I get along with.”

“True..” Easily remembering that none of my family really got along with Elizabeth unless it was my moms side of the family. Figures.

“So how’s, um.” Mom trailed off. “Where are you again? Last I heard you were somewhere in Maine.”

I nodded. “Yep, I was in Bangor. And I’m in New York right now, I’m posting my pictures of my time here on Facebook right now.”

“Yay!!”

“Sweet, I’ll go look at them.”

I clicked over to Facebook, they were all uploaded already. I clicked post and waited for my Mother to bombard me with likes on the pictures. Clicking back to Skype, I started smirking. Elizabeth looked at me funny. “What’s with the look?” my grin grew wider. “Guess who finished their sleeve?”

Bewildered and annoyed, Elizabeth grumbled kindheartedly. “You did.” “I got it done by Megan at the Wooster Street Social Club. I even got a picture with her and Ami James.” I smiled happily, knowing that the next sentence I said would make her happy.

“And I sent you a gift card for whenever you come to NY, and want to get a tattoo.”

She smiled wholly at that. I always try and send her stuff when I can. Anna too. I looked at my moms cam, and her eyes were glancing all over her computer screen. Still looking at my pictures. I could hear the Facebook pops over and over.

“So where you headed after this?” Mom asked. I looked on Google maps. I decided to go to Pennsylvania. Go a little more in land. Just didn't think where in Pennsylvania I should go. My eyes scrolled over the places. Scranton? I thought, I might as well. “Scranton, Pennsylvania.”
I said out loud.

“Cool.”

“How’s baby?” Elizabeth snickered, referring to the same nickname I gave my ‘67 Impala as Dean from Supernatural also gave for his ‘67 Impala.

“Are you ever going to let me live that down?” I sighed. Snickering she replied. “No.” Laughter. “No I will not ever let you live it down.” Even more laughter.

“Shut up.” But I couldn't help laughing along. Although it was the worst nickname to pick, my “Baby” was the best thing to ever happen to me on this trip. I was forever grateful when I bought her in such great shape.

“I will never regret buying her. You know that’s my favorite year for that certain car. Impalas for fucking life.” I laughed.

“Anyways, guys I need to get some sleep, I got to get up early tomorrow, me and baby are going to be on the road for 2 hours or so.” Putting emphasis on baby.

“Alright hun, I love you.”

“Love you too mom.” She signed off.

“I’ll call you on the road so you don’t die of boredom. If I’m awake that is.” Elizabeth yawned as if to make her statement perfectly clear. “Alrighty. I can’t help but think I’m forgetting something important about tomorrow.”

“Eh, you’ll think of it when you’re like half way to wherever it is you’re going.”

“Probably right about that. Anyways good night.”

“Night.” I signed off Skype and turned off my computer. Any messages there, I’ll check in the morning. I put my laptop away for the night, and dug out my MP3. Grabbed the water bottle in the fridge and took a sip followed by my arthritis pill. Turned out all the lights and crawled slowly into bed.

I stared at the ceiling for awhile, never really getting used to being away from my own bed at home; what was my home. I felt the familiar ache of homesickness, the burning numbness coming from my limbs from using them all day made me feel more susceptible to cry over not being home. I quickly put my headphones in and turned on my MP3, suddenly all I could hear was Motionless In Whites Scissorhands. I let out a relieved sigh. Somehow listening to them made me forget that I was homesick, and I was grateful.

What used to be listening to them for the pleasure of it, turned into a type of soothing relaxation. I was about to fall asleep when one thought popped up unannounced.

Doesn't Chris from Motionless in White come from Scranton?

And just like that, I was out like a light.

Notes

Well that's chapter 2. I'm actually pretty pleased on how its turning out, and that I'm not giving up on it yet. It may be a slow start but hopefully change.

Also, not positive, but I think that the next chapter will have the band in it. Heres hoping. aha