raven's song {chris motionless}

two • me, myself, and i

Raven's POV

I don't know if I'm used to the loneliness, or in love with it. I'm going to go with the ladder and say that I'm just used to it.

I live alone in a small house, with one bedroom, one bathroom, an office, and, of course, a living room and kitchen. It has a pool and a nice outdoor space. I've made it into a gothic/victorian sanctuary for myself.

I used to find it sad that I was always alone. Now, the lonliness is a part of me. I used to have friends, parents ... some people say I used to have a soulmate, too. But, that's my past.

My cat, Osiris, leapt into my lap, purring. I scratched behind his neck, yet he kept meowing.

That food whore.

I nudge him off of me and slowly get up, dragging myself over to the kitchen to get his food. I grab the bag of Meow Mix and pour it into his bowl. He meows and shoves his face into the kibble.

I was very proud of my kitchen. It had polished, dark oak wood floors, grey walls, and black cabinets. The countertop was a deep red color. The curtains that's hung from the windows were black as well. Even my fridge was black.

My living room was nice, too. After walking through an archway out of my kitchen, you are presented with dark purple walls and, of course, a black couch. I have a purple shag rug tossed over the originally brown carpet. My t.v. set is black, as well as my curtains (again.)

When you walk upstairs, my bedroom is the first door on the left. That's my sanctuary, so it's the most decked out. I have a queen sized bed with a pretty cool comforter set. It's black and has a huge white pentagram across it. My pillow cases have 666 written across them. My walls are dark grey, just like my kitchen. I have little knicknacks placed all over.

My office is across the hall. It has red walls with a whole bunch of pictures strung up. I'm a photographer, so all of my equipment sits on my desk with my computer. I mainly try to photograph singers or bands in the alternative scene. I've made it as far as taking pictures of Jonathan Davis!

My bathroom was at the end of my hall. It simply has black walls and white appliances. It has a pretty nice bathtub and shower, so that's a plus.

I heard my phone going off, so I ran back into my living room. I glanced at the caller ID and read unknown caller.

"Hello?"

"Hey, is this Raven Bell?"

"Yes, who am I talking to?" The voice sounded quite familiar, but I couldn't quite place it.

"It's Teej, your cousin!"

"TJ? Holy shit, I haven't talked to years! What's been going on?"

"Oh my god, so much! Are you still in Scranton?"

I shook my head, even though he couldn't see me. "I'm in Philly, now."

"Well, I'm back in Scranton. We should meet up!" He suggests excitedly.

"Sure, when are you thinking?" I ask, walking over to my planner that hangs on my fridge. It has all of my photography jobs and such on it.

"Tonight, in, like, and hour! I'm having a party thingy at my friend Ryan's house, and-"

"Calm down, Teej. I'll be there. See you soon."

We said our goodbyes and I ran up to my room to get dressed. I had to leave really soon if I wanted to get there on time.

So this was supposed to be like an hour before her and Chris saw each other again. Wattpad messed up my chapter formation and I don't remember how I had it before, so just go with it lol.
     - salem ♡

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