Chapter 15

"I am a child of Hell. I am lonely."
The tattooed girl could care less about a book.
"The tattoos she had given up trying to make sense of. Like stains that are faded but will never fade out."
The guys she had trusted in akron valley had fucked her over. Alma looked like the cut up girls in her brother's comic books. She hadn't seen her brothers in eight years since they disowned her like her daddy had done. She was restless and couldn't sleep, the jew was out with some woman. Alma teared through the pages of her witch book. Siegel would always tell alma that if she ever needed anything to just ask, but she could never bring herself to it. What was she going to say, "I need someone to love, but not you"? Dmitri had not cared about the tattooed girl lately, she had looked much better then she did when he first found her. He had time to ask her for money though and it made her furious.
"Alma's eye moved upon a crude drawing of a girl with long tattered dark hair and a pure madonna face, half naked, bleeding, kneeling on the floor of a dungeon and praying with doomed eyes cast heavenward." this was Jehane de Brigue. (189)
The witch craft book made her skin crawl; it related to her. It's as if it was a childhood book she had grown up reading. The tattooed girl was too shy to be so curious. The Jew knew everything. Alma thought maybe God had given up on her, but she still went to church. The tattooed girl was made to feel unwanted in Caramel Heights; where as in Akron Valley she felt welcome at church with her friend Emmie. The tattooed girl would walk into stores being judged and watched as if she was going to shoplift. Approached: "Can I help you, miss?" Not in a "welcoming" tone, but in a "you aren't welcomed here" tone. Sometimes out of rage she would abuse the clothes she tried on and laughed to herself.
"That isn't me, that's someone they made me be."
Alma liked the attention in Carmel heights, but not the rudeness that came along with it. The tattooed girl cried in bed, hugged he knees into her chest; she missed Akron valley. She could never go home though. She could clearly see the faces of her mom and daddy. Alma wanted to go back, but her parents would never forgive her for she had stolen from them. And they had never seen her disgusting face. Alma had come home smelling of beer, sweat, and sex. In Akron Valley, girls envied Alma, she was mature; pretty; boys flocked her. Boys used her and over used her. She laughed reminiscing the time she brought coil wire, but we don't need to go into the depth of that, th point was alma could fight back. Then she had awoken from this flashback. Siegel had needed her, finally. Alma was overjoyed and rushed outside to help him. The tattooed girl laughed, she was excited and nervous. She guess the remission had ended.