Dangerous[ An MJ Fanfic ]

Three.

"Thank you, Angelface."

I couldn't help getting nervous .

It's been great build up to this ghost story that everyone spoke of . All of it unveiling itself into a vivid picture right before me .

There were many girls that once walked into these boxed walls never be seen again.

Norma, Carol, Regina, Rhonda, Melissa...all gone in a matter of months of me being here .

They were all normal women who happened to give up aiming towards their goals just to make ends meet, falling into a deeper pit than they could think of .

Sheepishly, I followed in admiration of the money they managed to make along with the many things they were able to cover their shame of poverty in.

Rather it be high-priced fashion , new extensions or gold jewelry, it was enough to create a picture of a life we truly wanted have .

Part of me wished I took the signs for what they were, or got out when Yaris told me to, but all I could think about are the days where I worried less.

More of my focus and stress solely on passing ...not my half of the rent, not food, not clothes, nor books or tuition.

Just passing and with it being so close in my reach, I was slowly coming off the high that I felt diving into my flesh. Piercing through and hitting my core.

Nana always said never get too comfortable, where there's comfort, papa shakes the room so you can move out of the place of comfort , of stagnancy .

Overtime, I started to feel more like chaos rather than this protection my grandmother proclaimed was over me just by spirit of belief .

For months, I felt untouchable, even gifted maybe . I've never had the same encounters as the others and even then I was always looked out for .

Tonight is a moment the faith dwindled . It's not even to say I don't believe my grandmother .

I doubt she would ever mislead me with ideas, but in this moment I'm drowning in second guesses .

I can remember feeling the wave of pressure that filled the air. The intensity we'd all have seeing a men we knew with power . Men who were accompanied with other men tailored as watchmen.

The lustful nature in their presence . The suggestive remarks along side of their eagerness to touch the bodies around them .

They wanted to possess them , to own them .