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eye-raq · 6 years

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Pandora’s Box Chapter Two

Erik x Black Original Character

(Erik will be mentioned in Ch 3)

Today the weather decided to change up giving LA it’s normal spring weather of 70 degrees or more. Raven entered her apartment sweaty with a pair of black biker shorts and a black nike sports bra. Her hair was in two buns to keep her freshly washed hair untangled. She heavily breathed as she walked to her fridge to grab a bottle of water. She sat on a stool next to her kitchen island and pulled out her cell phone from her fanny pack and pulled up Siri.

“Siri, call Monica.”

“Calling Monica”

The phone rang twice before picking up

“Hey wassup Rae.”

“Wassup is you giving Ferrah my number yesterday.”

Monica didnt respond right away.

“She said she had relationship advice for you I was desperate, I didnt feel like what the hell I was saying helped you out one bit.”

Raven rubbed at her tacky skin annoyingly before speaking again,

“Its cool I’m kind of glad you did, she talked some sense into my ass- gave it to me straight up. Donovan will be here in about another hour I’m gonna call the whole thing off I’m tired of his mess.”

Raven heard Monica gasp on the other line, “Girl that's what she said? I kind of thought that too but I wasn't sure.”

Raven kissed her teeth shrugging her shoulders,

“Yep just like that, exactly what I needed to-” Knock Knock Knock.

All confidence in Raven faded a little as she heard Donovan at the door already.

“Shit girl I gotta go he’s already here.”

“Good luck you know where I am if you need me.”

That was all Monica said before the line went dead. Raven got up again hearing the three knocks as she walked to the door. Opening it sure enough was Donovan. He had on a pair of dark green joggers and some gray new balance with a white t shirt and his hair freshly cut. Raven stilled her courage to not take in his 6’3 Chocolate body so she moved to the side to allow him to enter. As he brushed pass he pecked her cheek gently noting that it left a pink tinge of a blush. Raven needed to get this done before her courage wore thin. She looked into his deep brown eyes as she closed the door crossing her arms over her chest.

“Don.. where you been? And when I ask that I mean mentally and physically, Like let me know wassup cuz I’m really confused.”

Donovan let out a sigh choosing to sit on the love seat stretching his legs out. He scratched at his waves as if trying to rake his brain. His eyes met yours for a split second but it was as if he didn’t want to stare at you directly. That fucking nervous feeling started up again.

“Shit I've been busy Raven you know that, with this new job taking up most of my time… taking a tole on me.”

Raven walked a bit closer still keeping her stance.

“Your never really home gone maybe two days at a time, come here and you don't even interact with me I mean..? what the fuck Don! I’m over here making a fool of myself trying to get your attention that's obviously somewhere else and on someone else and I’m getting tired of the constant games witchu its hell-”

“Yeah its hell for me too Rae, so let me get this over with; we through baby.”

“Excuse me?”

“We done Rae. I’m not feeling this no more. Its dry and I cant see myself putting up with it anymore honestly.”

Raven felt her chest go tight. She shook her head putting up her hand to stop him in his tracks.

“Nah nigga that's what I called YOU here for. I’m ending this shit because clearly YOU ended it months ago so I don't wanna here that lame ass bullshit coming out your mouth better yet, why don't you get up and bounce homie cuz I deserve better I’m tired Don.”

She hated that her voice began to crack and tears formed in the corners of her eyes. She had a slight tremble and she breathed slow to try and contain but the more he stared nonchalantly the more she began to break.

“yeah well, I guess you are the one that should be saying it.”

Donovan stood from his seat and walked up to Raven he stood his ground for a few seconds before walking pass her to the door. In that moment Raven felt it appropriate to let the tears finally fall. She let out a little whimper that she hoped Donovan didn't hear.

“My things are already gone. I came to get them last night before you came home. Hope things go well for you Rae...Honest.”

next thing she knew the door opened behind her and Donovan exited the apartment letting the door close with a soft click. Like clockwork, Raven fell to her knees and cried out, wrapping her arms around her waist to ease the pain (oh God I didn't know it would hurt that much).

The day eased by quickly, so Raven seemed as she was on again off again sleeping. She picked up her cellphone from her night stand and read that it was 7:30 pm (Fuck). Lifting herself from the bed she walked over to her floor mirror to admire herself, and boy was she a mess. Hair semi dry after she took down her buns, a frizzy mess. Her college t shirt draped over her body and some fuzzy socks. Her eyes were red rimmed and puffy from crying herself to sleep at least 4 times. Maybe that's what she needed though, because the pain eased up again and she started feeling more like herself. Raven went to the bathroom and began doing her hair deciding to style it in a wash and go because it was quicker. Half way through styling her hair she heard her phone rang from her room. Dropping her hands Raven walked over to her bed to pick up her phone. Ferrah’s number was there and she made a mental note to save it in.

“Hey Ferrah wassup?”

“Hey.. Monica told me. Are you alright?”

Raven walked back to her bathroom putting her phone on speaker so she could finish her hair.

“Yeah I’m better, had to rid my body of the many buckets of fucking tears but I’ll pull through.”

“One less lame nigga to worry about.” Spoke Ferrah knowingly. “you still on for tonight though right?”

Raven shrugged her shoulders focusing on a section of hair that was tangled at the root.

“Yeah I’m still down I’m almost done my hair then I’ll figure out what I’m putting on.”

“I was thinking maybe I could come over, you know and help you with that? Plus I can drive to the spot.”

Raven figured that was okay giving Ferrah her address before hanging up the phone. It took about 20 minutes for Ferrah to show up. She opened her arms to give Raven a hug that Raven accepted and both girls walked back to the bed room. Ferrah walked straight to the closet so familiar while Raven sat and admired Ferrah’s outfit. One things for sure Ferrah had a banging body. She had deep chocolate skin that seemed to glisten like she had on body glow. She wore a tight red lacy slip dress with black pumps and a leather jacket with a black leather cross body bag. Her braids had silver hair accessories on it and lets just say she radiated black girl magic.

“Hmmm I think I found something little, black, and sexy to compliment your caramel skin..”

Ferrah pulled out a black mini dress from the back of Ravens closet with a low cut back. Digging lower she found some black pumps as well.

“You should do this, it would hug your curves.”

Ferrah handed Raven the dress and she took it with her towards the bathroom.

“Girl you can get dressed here I don't bite, trust me were girls what I got you got.” responded Ferrah with a soft chuckle before walking towards the mirror to give herself a once over.

You smiled playfully shaking your head as you walked back to the room and began undressing. You took your shirt off feeling exposed instantly since you wore nothing under. You took the dress and slipped in turning slightly noticing Ferrah eyeing you from the mirror. You faintly smiled turning back noting to yourself that maybe Ferrah liked girls too. The rest of the prep was quick since you wore little to no make up deciding for just lipstick and mascara, Ferrah commenting that you had natural beauty and you didn’t need it anyway. The ride was smooth with Travis Scott booming in on the radio. You let the window of her car down a little to let some breeze in. You wondered where you were going but you decided not to ask, it made it even better. About 20 minutes later you both pull onto a side street on a hilltop overseeing Oakland. Getting out of the car you watched as Ferrah began walking forward so you followed closely behind. Not too far you come up on a little complex building faintly hearing the sound of low husky music. You look around noting that this was an okay part of Oakland before staring forward. A tall Bouncer dawned in all black from his shades to his shoes stood outside the door peering over at you and Ferrah. Ferrah suddenly turned to you causing you to bump into her a little, she spoke low

“Now there are some things you need to know about this club before we enter. I decided to bring you here first to tell you because I figured you’d go in anyway.”

Raven stared into Ferrah’s eyes with sudden nervousness.

“This place is called the Pandora’s Box. Its not known to many, but beyond those doors lie a world not like you have seen I’m sure- maybe heard of, but not experienced.”

Raven gulped and peeked at the entrance before staring back at Ferrah.

“When we enter you will be asked what are you looking for? You say im looking for paradise...then they will ask you is this what you seek? You tell them yes.”

Raven didn't know what she was getting herself into here but the nervous feeling finally set in and she began to wonder if this was a good idea. Ferrah noticed and rubbed comforting circles on her forearm.

“It’s okay Rae. Trust me, I’m sure.. this may be something you need.”

Raven stared at the entrance then back at Ferrah before grabbing the girls hand that she only met yesterday and continued walking to the entrance. The bouncer held open the tinted doors allowing both ladies to enter. As they walked pass they came across a narrow hallway with walls draped in purple velvet it seemed. It smelled of incents and vanilla candles giving off a romantic vibe. Raven was definetly thoroughly confused at this point looking around her surroundings. As she looked forward she noticed the absence of Ferrah looking behind and in front of her finally coming to the conclusion that she had already entered. Straight ahead was a Man standing off to the side peering between a set of black velvet curtains with a lit cigarette in his had. He took a long drag before turning to Raven eyeing her up and down intently. Raven turned away from his intimidating stare before timidly stepping closer (well this is the moment of truth).

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findteenpenpals · 6 years

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Ayyy! ;))

I’m a female named Stina (like Christina but without the Chri). I'm 17 (18 on the 4th of february!!). I come from and live in Sweden so I speak fluent swedish ofc, but I’m basically fluent in english aswell.

And I want to find some internet friends (or just one) I can talk to whenever about whatever! It would be so gnarly (lol) to find a soulmate! I just want to get to know new people NOW, I’m tired of the same people around me all the time. I want to see new faces, hear new stories, GET NEW FRIENDS. haha

MY INTERESTS:

I really like fashion and style, I waste almost all my money on clothes, shoes and accessories. (if you go to my tumblr you can kinda see my style)

I’m also interested in taking photos. I have my own DSLR camera, but I recently got to borrow my dad’s old film camera. I love the look of film photography. I’ve put new film in it and all but just have no inspiration to take photos at all. Maybe it’s because it’s winter here in Sweden so outside it’s grey, cold and ugly haha.

Music! some of my favorite singers/groups are:

fka twigs, the internet, yung lean, sticky fingers, cuppcakke, princess nokia, kali uchis, tyler the creator, steve lacy, abra, jorja smith, marina and the diamonds, mgmt, rebecca and fiona, little jinder, m.i.a. and many more…

I also like 90’s girl pop like britney spears, rihanna, aly and aj, charli xcx, avril lavigne many more…

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My ideal internet friend would be someone around my age, gender or race doesn’t matter. Preferably someone with the same interests, same music taste, same youtuber taste you get the point. Just don’t be homophobic, racist or sexist.

If you think we could become friends, homies, mates maybe even soulmates? You can message me on my tumblr (http://sti-hil.tumblr.com/) And then maybe I’ll give you my other social medias ;))

Looking forward to hear from you, have a lovely day! // x Stina

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dazedoctober · 7 years

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it's the strangest thing, and i one hundred percent believe it has to do with pure boredom in all my spare time today, though i feel off and unlike myself. i've napped and had that surreal dream where you're trying to wake up and are almost at clear consicousness but your eyes won't open. i've sat on my phone scrolling through tumblr and liking people's thanksgiving posts on instagram. i've done my hair and my make up, and yet i feel so abnormal and distant from everything, almost borderline disassociation. i hate feeling this way, i hate feelings of the unknown and in a sense, certain changes. i hate small talk and little conversations over text. i hate not feeling up to par with myself and not fulfilling the standard i know i am usually at. i feel like i am not fully in my body, like i am existing just outside of it

currently i am soaking among rose petals in the tub. the house smells like spice and thanksgiving dinner. my dog has been at my side all day. afterwards, i will take a walk ahead of my family to my grandparent's house for the night. i will find time to read my book in the midst of the small clutter and chaos of a tight family in a tight house. i will make a list in my journal of things to focus on this week, to be efficient and to be productive

the woman i still want to be is growing inside. i am still slowly becoming her, and i have days like today where boredom poses itself to be a setback. but i still have evening to turn the day into simple rest. the woman i want to be also soaks among rose petals in the tub. she wears lacy slips to bed and reads on the bus. she walks the dog, does her school readings, laughs easily and effortlessly. she cares deeply, but she is tough. she keeps a clean room with minimal personal belongings and many lush plants. she writes. about people, about love, and about all of her personal strifes from another character's perspective. she sometimes makes bad choices that stem from cleverness, and taking an easy route to get what she wants. she has the face that strangers see and feel comfortable with, which has resulted in many strangers spilling out their deepest secrets to her out of the blue upon first meeting. she does as she pleases though she has a firm moral compass. she is strong. she is witty. she is clever. she is sunlight. she is intentional. she (literally) wears her heart on her sleeve

some of those traits are in fact real things. most of them are, anyway. but i slipped in a few that are still growing inside of me and are developing

you know, yesterday i posted a picture of myself on my instagram, and one of my coworkers whom i am not too too close with commented on it, telling me how it so nice to see my personal growth and that she can see i am growing into myself, and sending me love. that comment made my heart so happy. seeing that people are noticing who i am and what i aim for is the goal in life. and who would have thought that after years upon years upon years of me holding a deep hatred for myself that i would come to having so much love and grace inside for who i am. i would have never been able to write what i just wrote even earlier this year. i have wept for myself and now i am so joyful for myself. i am here on this planet spinning in the sky. i have a purpose so important that God couldn't let me die back in may. that is so cool. i am so happy. and so proud of my journey thus far. i still cut, and i still have bpd episodes and depressive episodes and panic attack episodes but the difference is that i love myself now and i know my worth! i know how to take care of myself in ways i couldn't before because i hated who i was! and here i am, making my magic

thank you if you read this and thank you if you have been lowkey supporting me through this blog. it's been such a wild journey thus far, and i can only imagine how much more wilder and more insane it will get in the coming months, and years. God is the truest homie and he keeps sending me swerves and i love every second of it (for the most part)

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