You'll laugh. I know you will. So don't lie about it. But I want to tell someone. Why you? You paid for my drinks naturally. Get a girl drunk enough she'll tell you whatever. The tattoo? Oh that's easy. That's a bunny. That's Sarah. Who is she? I told you, duh. She's a bunny. A stuffed bunny. Yeah. A big girl like me carries a stuffed toy around. Yeah well, I have my reasons.
See, she's a good bunny Sarah. She's tall, with long legs, and big floppy ears. If Sarah was a real girl, she'd be very pretty. Yeah like me. Enough with the lines. Your not going to get lucky. Well that girl behind you is my sister that's one way I'm sure. Yes. She will take your eyes out for me. So where was I? Oh yeah; she don't wear clothing, and she doesn't have fur. She's just a rag doll. With ballerina slippers painted on (with real laces! Pretty pink ones.) And green glass eyes, and a pink noise and black whiskers. And little flowers on her ears. My mom made her for me. She made one for my sis to. Buy her a drink won't you? Oh don't worry. The bleeding will stop.
It's safe to say it's weird I still have her. I've grown out of her you know? It's dumb to have a rag doll bunny. With her name in cursive on her stomach. And a stupid pink heart with flowers. But I still carry her around with me. From place to place. So when I go to sleep at night, I can pretend I never moved.
My sister had a bunny like Sarah a long time ago. I said that right? Our mom made them for us when we were little. Way back in the part of my memories that are very fuzzy. She was a white bunny with purple flowers. But she was lost.
Lot's of things are lost to us.
Still having Sarah is dumb (my sister lost her bunny, didn't cry about it. When I can't find Sarah I breakdown.) Skun says it's no big deal. Right sis? Right. She says it's ok that I hold onto her like I do. After you've lost everything, you hold onto what you have. My sister is pretty smart for her age.
But she's wrong.
I don't hold onto Sarah because she's all I have left. But because she's all I ever had. She's old and worn from being carried all around Inna. And she smells like an comforting old place where you can curl up and sleep. And the letters of her name are faded from playing in the rain.
And her and my sister. Are all part of a greater memory. When life was easy and safe and all in once place. So yeah. I got a little white bunny tattooed on my arm. To remember things. Because I forget stuff sometimes. A girl on Oban- Huh? Oh yeah, we raced on Oban me and my sister did. But anyways this girl painted a little pink bunny on her ship. Guess it's a girl thing.
So that's the story behind the tattoo. Now me and Skun have to get going. Oh yeah. Almost forgot. The poison Skun put in your drink should be taking hold pretty soon. Sorry hun but we need the cash reward on your head. Dead is always easier.
Did I make up the hole thing? No. It's true. I really have a stuffed bunny named Sarah and I did race on Oban. Why would I lie to a dying man? Night sweetheart. Sorry we couldn't have met in better times.