Theres a point in everyone's lives were you just want to give up, everything seems pointless and un worth it. You get up every morning and look at yourself in the mirror thinking, what did I do to deserve such a crap life? But then you realize that your life isn't as bad as the other kid, the one who lives three streets down. He lost both his parents and is thinking about killing himself tonight, everyone knows but no one cares enough to stop it. And you think oh wow, some peoples lives suck worse ass then mine. And maybe just maybe you start to think I should try to be happier. But then the next day you are back to the same cycle, noticing for the first time that you are in fact dead inside.
For Wren Burringman this time came around her 19th birthday. Wren was the kind of girl who had plenty of friends but liked to keep to herself, she didn't have many secrets but the one she had could cost her everything. Wrens best friends never understood her, as hard as they tried she never seemed to open up to them. Wren had a lot going on, her parents died in a car crash three days before her 19th birthday and was about to be sent off to live with her uncle. Wren has dyed light blue hair and dark blue eyes, she is pretty much the poster girl for beauty, with a couple of tattoos of course.
Running faster and faster down the dusty mountain, looking back to try and see her captors. A man in a dark blue coat is chasing her, a bloody knife in his left hand. A girl runs next to him, her face as white as snow, hair black as night. No she's not Snow White. "Crissy?" The girl stops and looks into the eyes of her sister. "You ruined our family and everything mom and dad ever wanted. And now you are going to pay."
I wake up mid-scream, I jump up from bed and walk into the kitchen. My sister had died four years earlier and my parents, last week. My alarm clock blares from my room, i jog to get the annoying sound to stop. It's already 7:00 am, which means my uncle will be here in 4 hours, which means I have 1 to get ready and 3 to finish packing. I walk into my bathroom, turning the hot water on and undressing slowly, stepping into the water I notice it's warmth. It leaves red marks on my skin and burns, but I've always liked it this way. I turn the water off once I've washed my hair and body, I grab a fluffy pink towel off of my bathroom counter and wrap it around me. I fast walk back into my room, looking for a proper outfit. I decide on black tights a black skirt and a white tank top, with the saying "y'all smoke to enjoy it, I smoke to die." I then finish packing leaving me with an extra hour. I head out the front door, putting on my combat boots. I find myself walking to the nearest coffee shop, I didn't really want to go anywhere today, because I knew if I did I would have to say goodbye to someone and I really don't like saying goodbye. I spot the warm sign of a little coffee shop and step into the warm air, I make my order and then wait for the lady to give it to me. "Wren!" She shouts a little to loudly, but I smile anyway and take it from her. An old lady i recognize from somewhere stares at me, I smile polietly at her and make my way out of the shop.
Sip and walk
Sip and walk
I keep my head down, trying not to draw attention to myself. "Wren?!" Shit. "OMG I thought I wouldn't see you ever again!" I look up at the voice and see my best friend Isa smiling at me. "I'm about to leave." I sigh, it would've been mean to leave without saying goodbye. "Oh." She looks down at her dirty converse. "I'll miss you." I smile at her and then open my arms, welcoming her to hug me. This would be my last time hugging this girl, a girl I grew up with. She means everything to me, "I'll miss you so much, you have to visit." I say. She brightens and nods. I walk away with a skip in my step, I am really excited to start over. My uncle is waiting for me when I get home. He hugs me then says, "just so you know four boys live in the house that you will also be living in." My eyes widen. Boys? "Are they hot?" I ask. He rolls his eyes, "I can't tell you that, because I would then be a gay pedofile." I shake my head at him and pick up a box. We take turns bringing boxes to the truck, once it's full I jump into my uncles car. I wave goodbye to the city I grew up in, a lone tear falling down my cheek.