[Complete] Robyn. : Chris Brown & Rihanna (EDITING: Read at you own risk!)

Nothing hurts me.:: 2

Robyn.

Meland I were going on a job hunt today. She was helping me, since she already had a job at some little diner around the way. We were just looking for any place that had a Help Wanted sign.

The first place we saw was a dance studio. I remember when I was younger and my mom basically forced me to go to dance classes, but I actually loved it.

Mel and I walked into the building. We were greeted by a girl who was all smiles. "Hi, welcome to Graffiti Dance Studio. How may I help you?" I cleared my throat. "I saw a help wanted sign, so I was interested in the job."

"Well, you'll be assisting the dance team. Helping out with routines and equipment when needed."

"Well, that sounds fine. Can I get an application and how much is the pay." She reached into a black basket, grabbing an application.

"Sorry, I'm not sure about all of that. If you get the job, the boss will let you know all your information."

"Okay thanks."

Mel and I walked out the building, allowing the chilly New York hitting us again. "I got hella tips last night at the diner, I wanted to do something special for you today Robyn. I know today is a hard day for you."

Today marked 2 years since my Nana Gracie died.

I wasn't able to make it to her funeral because I was locked up. I haven't even really talked that much about it, I feel like a failed her. She saw so much potential in me and now I stuck here with the support of Mel and whatever small temporary jobs I could get. "What you wanna do?" She always had something crazy in mind.

"Let's get a tattoo."

She knew that I loved tattoos, whenever I had the chance to get one I would. We were right down the street from a tattoo shop, so we went ahead and went in there. When we walked inside, the walls were covered in graffiti art and drawings. Two guys walked out from the back, looking at us.

"How may I help yall?" One of the men asked.

Mel spoke up first, since we both want to get tatted. "I'll take her" one of them pointed at me, while Mel went with the other guy.

"What you getting Robyn?" Mel asked.

I took out my phone, showing them a picture of Goddess Isis. "Where you want it?" I pointed to where I wanted and he smirked. I took off my jacket and then took off my shirt. I really didn't give a fuck about showing my body, it was a magnificent creation.

I laid back on the table as he began to sketch. "Did your nipple rings hurt?" I didn't want to make things more awkward than they already were, so I just answered his questions. "Nothing hurts to me." He continued to sketch as I stared at him as he worked hard.

"Why you getting this?"

"It's a memory of my grandmother. It symbolizes a complete woman and a model for future generations."

"That's deep."

After he finished the tattoo I was amazed at his work. I looked into the mirror, extremely pleased by what he had done. "Thank you" , I said while I put my shirt back on.

•

I was laying down on my bed, looking through old photos. It was something to do while Mel was at work. She took the application to the studio for me, on her way to work.

I thank god for her everyday, she was my honesty back bone. I was still going through it, missing my Nana. I haven't been drinking or smoking weed, but my body was on the verge of breaking down.

My next appointment with my therapist wasn't till next week and I really needed someone to talk to or something to do.

I didn't talk to no one in this place, not even a worker. I just couldn't wait until I got my own shit. I knew it would be hard though since I sort of have a record.

After I finished looking at the pictures, I still had a little money on me, so I was gonna grab me some food. Jerk chicken sounded so bomb at the moment, so I went to get that.

On my way back to the housing unit, I noticed the guy from the anger management meeting spray painting on the side of a building. The shit he was drawing looked dope ass hell and I was beyond amazed. I didnt really know how to compliment him, because we sort of had a bad run-in during our last conversation.

I walked up closer, but not too close. "Nice work", I said, which made him stop and turn around. He stared at me, "Suprised you got something nice to say".

I began to walk away, not wanting to argue with him once again. "Aye!" He called out, which made me stop and turn back around. "Thanks ma".

Short, but more is coming.