Ā Ā Ā Ā Sympathy pooled into the strangerās expression, and having that sort of emotion directed at Irene usually makes her a little uncomfortable, but could anyone really stay so icy in the face of such tragedy? Foodās ephemeral enough. No need for gravity to shorten that lifespan.
Ā Ā Ā Ā Itās not often Irene meets someone she doesnāt know in Hollowick, although she canāt say she also looked entirely unfamiliar. Ireneās curiosity was roused, and was followed by a pang of vague remembrance. Given recent events, sheās been on higher alert about improving her incomplete Hollowickā¦ grapevine. Although sheās not motivated to let everyone else in town know her name and number, it helps to know your neighbors. Of course, the collateral is the inevitable emotional reverberation after tragedy strikes, when the flow of obituaries and tears that follow prove just how closely tangled everyone in town is to each other.
Ā Ā Ā Ā But no matter. This woman seemed charming enough so far, and Ireneās curiosity was already piqued.
Ā Ā Ā Ā āThatād be a brassy ask from me anyway. No one should tend to my insolenceā¦ Iām Irene, by the way. Whatād you have for lunch? Iād like to be inspired.ā
āRiver,ā she responded with a smile after Irene had introduced herself. Irene, she pondered, nice name. Maybe I could use that in a song...Ā āLunch? Oh, Iāve not had anything. Not yet, anyway. Not really sure what Iām going to have either. My appetite hasnāt been greatĀ recently.ā It was a mixture between the concoction of drugs she poured into her body that had put her off meals lately, and the fact that the whole town was living in fear of a serial killer. Yeah, that definitely did it.Ā
āAlthough, now that I think about it, there is that little bakery around ten minutes from here... canāt remember the name, but I definitely remember the tarts. Mm... now, the thought of a strawberry tart makes me hungry.ā She pressed a hand to her belly, recognising the familiar rumbles it made to indicate her appetite had returned at the thought of delicious desserts.Ā āWant to come?ā she asked, perking a brow up at Irene curiously. Maybe this wasnāt the most wise thing to be doing nowadays. Although River knew her name, she didnāt knowĀ Irene. For all she knew, the cute little brunette in front of her could be the Reaper. But, she was feeling particularly sociable today, and that was rare for her, so she went with it.
Grainneās parents had always insisted on contributing to the community; they were practically famous for it in Hollowick. Before her conception they had accepted the fact that they were very unlikely to have children so the people of Hollowick became their family instead, and that didnāt change after Grainne was born. She grew up integrated in the community, and a big part of that was hosting gigs or open-mic nights in support of local acts. It supported the pub, too, it was just a shame how much it got on Grainneās nerves those days. If Hollowick wasnāt such a sucker for tradition and wouldnāt gather pitchforks against her for it, sheād have axed it soon after moving home.
River, it seemed, was quite the popular act. Being a local girl she brought in a lot of patrons, and while it meant that plenty of money was being shoved behind the bar, it also meant that Grainne was whisked off her feet for most of the evening. The last thing she needed was the cold, wet feeling spreading over her chest as someone knocked a drink out of her hand. Just as she had decided to take a well earned break as well, god damn it.
āFor fuckās sake,ā She retorted naturally, feeling even more irritated by the napkins being shoved into her torso. She was about to lay in to the rowdy customer with no mind for manners before she actually realised who it was. She sighed upon seeing the panic in Riverās face, and gave an annoyed shrug.Ā āYouāre lucky youāre youĀ right now.ā She muttered, knowing she couldnāt get angry since River contributed to most of her business that night.Ā āNo, youāre not leaving. Go top this up.ā She ordered, thrusting her now half-emptied glass into Riverās hands and went about cleaning up the floor as quickly as she could, budging people out of her way. Grainne was in no mood for patience.
Fuck. River thought sheād be able to apologise and leave, and thatād be the end of it. But she knew Grainne, had exchanged a few words with her before during previous gigs at the Green Dragon and she knew she wasnāt one to let people get away with things so easily. āShit, Grainneāā River started, before her words were cut off by the brunetteās orders. āRight.ā She nodded and manoeuvred her way through the crowds of people, to the bar, where she explained what had happened to the bartender and they refilled it for her.
What an idiot. This is why it was better when she stayed home, away from people. She just brought chaos wherever she went and she would be doing people a favour if she just never left the house again. If she didnāt love performing so much, she would probably do that; become a recluse and refuse to talk to anyone ever again. Alas, it wasnāt practical, no matter how much she wanted to do it.
She returned to Grainne, a āscolded puppyā look on her face as she handed her the drink. āIām sorry... is your shirt salvageable? Iām such an idiot. I can pay for that if itās ruined.āĀ
The Green Dragon was buzzing with people ā chatting, drinking, having a good time with friends. It wasnāt the busiest sheād seen it before, but to have so many people as an audience was certainly exciting, and they seemed to like her set,Ā too; singing along, clapping and dancing to her covers. Sheād had a few drinks herself, provided by the bar staff as a kind gesture for playing there that night, and she was getting a kick out of their reactions to her songs. But then, as quick as started, her set finished and it was time to head off.Ā
The comedown from a gig at least didnāt hit as hard as her usual comedowns, and she enjoyed the praise as she made her way from the small stage theyād set up for her in the back corner of the pub. She manoeuvred her way through the many groups of people huddled together as best as she could, but with a stick it wasnāt as easy to concentrate on everything around her when she was trying not to jab peopleās toes with it. Unfortunately, as she tried to squeeze past someone, she wound up bumping into someone once she got passed the body of people, and knocked the drink in their hand all over their chest.Ā
āShit!ā she hissed, panicking as she watched the drink soak the personās torso,Ā āIām soĀ sorry, hereālet me.ā She reached over to the nearest table and grabbed a handful of napkins and practically threw them at the person, pressing it against their damp clothes frantically. āShit, shit, shit, I just... I should just goāyeah? Iām sorry.ā It was probably the comedown of adrenaline that was making her so nervy, or just the fact that sheād been drinking in a social environment that she wasnāt used to, but she knew regardless that she looked like a fool, and just wanted to tuck her tail and run away.Ā
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ireneās neck jerked up from its resting position at the sound of a voice. What was disappointing? She looked at the stranger newly situated in her bubble, and briefly glanced at their walking stick. Then, she finally realized that her lap was lighter than sheād like, and her gaze ventured down to the colorful, dripping mess that she was enjoying just moments ago.
Ā Ā Ā Ā Well. Damn.
Ā Ā Ā Ā āOh, I meanā¦ optimal help would be to revive it completely, but thatās a bratty thought on my part, innit? Bit physics-defying. Donāt worry about it.ā
Ā Ā Ā Ā Flashing her version of a friendly smile, which tends to translate into a smirk, Irene reached down and quickly dumped the mess back onto her plate with her plastic fork. After tossing it in the bin a few feet from her seat, she returned to her seat. āA trance? Yeah, I just had a thought. Like an intense one, you know? Just work. Speaking of which, thanks for rousing me. Now Iāve got enough time to get more food before I have to head back and Iā¦Ā canāt go hungry.ā
The look on the girlās face made Riverās face scrunch into a semi-frown, her brows furrowed in sympathy of that familiar feeling. Losing food you reallyĀ liked? One of the worst feelings in the world. Well, maybe not the worst. Sheād certainly gone through enough misery to know worse. But in terms of little things, every day things, dropping an enjoyable food was heartbreaking.
With a small chuckle and sympathetic smile, River shrugged,Ā āIf I could, I definitely would. Alas, Iām not a magician, nor am I a time traveller that could help you go back in time and stop that from happening.ā It was nice, joking around with a stranger. Most people nowadays were so anti-people since a potential copycat-killer had come back to town. Looked at you funny if you even got a little in their space. She understood. She was like that regardless of the threat of a serial killer or not. But just to smile for a bit with someone she hadnāt met before without being seen as a threat was nice.Ā
With an understanding nod, River let out another small chuckle at the womanās words.Ā āI get it. Thereās a lot to think about nowadays,ā she replied.Ā āBut Iām glad I... uh, somewhat helped? I canāt work on an empty stomach either. Makes me hangry, and in no way productive when I get like that.āĀ
Sitting in her drab, one bedroom flat all day really wasnāt getting Riverās juices flowing, to say the least. Something about the same white walls, the same mildly stained carpet from the previous owners that she didnāt have the money to replace... it wasnāt inspiring at all. There were only so many songs she could create in the same place, so she decided, since it was one of her better days in terms of her physical pain, that she would take a walk down to the local coffee shop, The Rusty Acorn, to liven up her surroundings.Ā
With her bag packed with her notepad, pen and an iPad she used for its digital keyboard and mix-board, she trotted ā or more like, hobbled ā down to the coffee shop, stick in hand and mind set on returning with a song which would hopefully enable her to gain more traction.
River sat there for one... two hours, and while sheād made some progress with the melody ā she had a rough idea of the structure plotted out on her mix-board ā she had no idea what lyrics would go with it. There were scribbles upon scribbles on her notepad, lines scratched out and rewritten five different ways before they were added to the song, and then crossed out again. It just... wasnāt working. Nothing fitted, nothing felt right. She was frustrated, and as she felt an unknown figure approach her table, she had to grit her teeth in attempts not to snap at them. It wasnāt their fault she was so stuck for words.Ā
āCan I help you?ā she asked, propping her head up to see whoād disturbed her during the already exasperating experience she was having.Ā
Ā Ā Ā Ā Popping more frozen honeydew and ice into her mouth and basking in the sugary, chilly comfort of the condensed milk that coated her plate of fruit, Irene leaned back on the park bench, silently thanking the nice woman on 1937 Cheshire Road for her generous contribution to Hollowick ā Korean shaved ice. She didnāt think she would see this delight within the borders of her hometown. Certainly beats a stodgy bowl of porridge.
Ā Ā Ā Ā Suddenly, she jolted up, not realizing in the moment that her paper plate had slid off her lap and onto the ground. Moments like this were common, when she needed to seize some crucial thought that crossed her.
Ā Ā Ā Ā Well, she seized it. Ireneās eyes finally drifted to the concrete where her lunch transformed into a visually unappetizing splat. She was much more disappointed than she seemed, and only expressed her discontent with a sigh.
River had clocked the woman idly eating food from the moment she set foot on the parkās walking path. Of course, she didnāt get anywhere quickly nowadays with a stick, but it did allow her to watch the woman pop each bit of ā what was that, ice? ā into her mouth and savour each bite. It was a curious sight to watch ā River had never gained that much joy out of eating ice before, but perhaps this was a special, different type of ice? Or maybe, because it was a relatively warm day, that the cold was particularly refreshing.Ā
She seemed to be lost in as much thought as the woman on the bench was, because as the plate slid off her lap and pulled her into reality again, it had the same affect on River as it hit the ground. River tried to speed up a little, as if there was much she could do to help, but slowed down almost instantly when she realised this, reaching the bench as the woman let out an audible sigh at her misfortune.
āThatās... pretty disappointing,ā River spoke, empathy clear in her tone as she made her way closer to the lady.Ā āI would offer to help but, uh...ā She motioned to her walking stick,Ā ācanāt really bend down much these days.ā She shot the woman a crooked smile. What was she doing? She probably looked like sheād just approached her to judge her loss of food. She should have just left it. But sheād already opened her mouth, and had to commit now.Ā āAre you okay? Itās like you were in a trance.āĀ
WHERE: Hollowickās Police Station
WHEN: Early evening, 11th July 2020.
It was a bit of an inconvenience for River being called down to the police station that evening. Of course, it was ā how dare they pull her out of her depressive slump and away from the fifth of vodka that sat waiting for her in her living room. Alas, she had no choice. She didnāt want to become a suspect by not turning up to a basic police interview.
She wore casual attire as she stepped into the station ā black skinny jeans, a comfortable grey jumper and leather ankle boots, her braids grazing the small of her back as she walked inside. She allowed her stick to support her weight as she stated her business at the reception desk, and followed the officer into the small questioning room soon after. The room was pretty drab ā blank walls with a crack of sunlight creeping into the room through the tiny window on the back wall. Very unstimulating room to say the least, but gave her more incentive to get out of it quicker.
River took their seat at a desk situated in the middle of the room, opposite the officer whoād taken their place in their own chair; flicking through their notes and wasting no time before they clicked play on the audio recorder on the desk, and began their questioningā¦
THIS INTERVIEW IS BEING CONDUCTED AS PART OF THE PROCEDURE OF AN ONGOING INVESTIGATION AND IS BEING TAPE RECORDED. THERE IS NO NEED TO WORRY, IāM SURE YOU UNDERSTAND. COULD YOU STATE YOUR FULL NAME AND DATE OF BIRTH FOR THE RECORD?
With a discontented sigh, River crossed her arms over her chest and sank further into her seat as she listened to the officer in front of her. She figured this thing would go quicker if she cooperated rather than being difficult so she decided she would comply with whatever they wanted to ask of her. Besides, she was on a major comedown from whatever intoxicant she decided to take last night, and her head was thumping ā she didnāt want to be here longer than needed. āRiver Moore. 15th August 1986.ā
IS THERE ANY NAME YOUāRE MORE COMFORTABLE BEING REFERRED TO AS?
āJust River,ā she replied dully, her words monotone as she looked at the officer opposite her. Just River, she relayed in her thoughts; an excuse her father would use to dismiss her needs as a child, when she would come downstairs, starving; begging for a scrap of food left by her father and the friends heād had over that evening to get drunk and watch football. Itās just River, sheās fine, he would say. She would always go to bed hungry those evenings.
ALRIGHT, THATāS NO PROBLEM. DURING THIS INTERVIEW WE WOULD LIKE TO ASK YOU SOME QUESTIONS AND WE REQUIRE YOU TO ANSWER HONESTLY. LETāS START WITH YOUR BACKGROUND. HOW DID YOU COME TO LIVE IN HOLLOWICK?
She fidgeted in her chair, trying to get comfortable, but with constant ache in her lower back it was hard to get comfortable in even the softest of seats. āBorn here. Lived here all my life. Unfortunately.ā
WHAT ABOUT YOUR EDUCATION, COULD YOU ELABORATE ON THAT PLEASE?
A question she detested, knowing full well her education records were poor. āPublic education. Didnāt graduate high school. Dropped out at 15. Being passed around between different foster families tends to mess that kind of thing up.ā
I SEE, AND YOUR CAREER? WEāD LIKE TO KNOW A LITTLE BIT ABOUT WHAT YOU DO AND HOW YOU GOT THERE.
āIām a freelance musician and composer. Sometimes I do the occasional DJ sets if they donāt want live music. Whatever pays the bills,ā she explained, thinking back to the few times certain establishments just wanted dull chart songs to be pumped through their pub so people could listen mindlessly as they got slugged back shots of tequila, rather than enjoy a live, stimulating performance. It was a waste of her talent, but sometimes she wasnāt in the position to refuse a paycheck. āIāve always been into music. A natural connection, natural talent, you could say. Figured it made sense to follow that career path.ā
DO YOU HAVE ANY FAMILY MEMBERS? DO ANY OF THEM LIVE WITH YOU HERE IN HOLLOWICK?
Letting out a dry laugh, she shook her head. āNope. All dead.ā Normally, she would leave it at that. It was a little insensitive sounding, as if she didnāt care that she was the only one left out of her family, but honestly; it hurt to talk about her family too much. Not her mother and father, but her real family; Judy and Mark. The only people to show her love, ripped away from her before she even had a chance to live her life with them. She could tell the officer wanted an elaboration by the way they looked at River expectantly, so she sighed. āMy mother died during childbirth. My father overdosed when I was a pre-teen. My adoptive parents died in a car crash. Wish I died with them.ā
IāD LIKE YOU TO THINK ABOUT YOUR PERSONALITY. COULD YOU PERHAPS DESCRIBE HOW YOU SEE YOURSELF TO ME?
āDepressive, self-loathing, stubborn piece of trash mainly sums me up.ā She eyed the officerās pen as they scribbled notes on paper, wondering what they were saying about her. Probably something along the lines of āmentally unstable and extremely pessimisticā, although those words were probably too kind compared to how she really thought of herself.
WHAT WOULD YOU SAY YOUR GREATEST STRENGTHS ARE?
River had to take a second to think about that question. Strengths? She barely knew anything other than weakness, but a few things did come to mind. āIām good with music. Creativity. I know how to piece together a song in minutes with little inspiration. I can also put on a show that stays with people for weeks,ā she spoke, almost proudly, about her achievements in her career so far. āIām also exceptionally independent. I donāt need any help from anyone. Disability or not.ā
AND IāD ALSO LIKE TO ASK YOU TO EXPLAIN WHAT YOU PERCEIVE YOUR GREATEST WEAKNESSES TO BE, IF YOU WOULDNāT MIND.
Again, she could only let out a dry chuckle. āWell, my back and legs donāt work very well, to start with. You can thank the car that drove head first into ours for that. I donāt get far without my stick and canāt walk for long distances. I canāt stay on my feet for long periods of time, either,ā River explained, motioning towards the walking stick that rested against the side of the table before her. āAlsoā¦ pretty stubborn, like I said. I do things how I like, when I like, where I like. Iāve gotten through life without any help so far, and I donāt need any help now.ā
THANK YOU. NOW I WOULD LIKE TO ASK YOU SOME QUESTIONS ABOUT THE NIGHT OF JUNE 14TH, 2020. WHERE WERE YOU THAT EVENING?
āI was at home,ā she paused, wracking her brain for a better story than āsitting alone, high as a kite on the cheapest stuff she could get a hold of at such short noticeā, since she assumed the officer wouldnāt appreciate that very much, āwriting. I was having a pretty shitty night and writing music helps me relax. I didnāt leave the house at all that day, actually. My back was giving me some issues and my leg wasnāt supporting any weight, so I had no choice but to be house-bound.ā
DID YOU KNOW THIS MAN? [THE OFFICER SHOWS YOU A PHOTO OF JAMES MASON.]
Taking a second to look at the picture she was shown of the man, she shook her head. āNot personally. Seen him a few times around town, but thatās about it. Never even spoke to the man.ā
WHAT ABOUT ANY OF THESE PEOPLE? [THEY SHOW YOU SEVERAL OLD PHOTOGRAPHS. THE IMAGES ARE OF THE VICTIMS OF THE REAPING FROM WHEN THEY WERE ALIVE]
Shaking her head again, she shrugged. āDonāt recognise any of them, honestly. I usually keep to myself, so I donāt know many people if Iām being truly honest.ā Sheād always been a bit of hermit ā didnāt really have an option when she was so antisocial anyway. No matter how nice people were to her, she always had that thought nipping at the back of her head: donāt bother, youāll just lose them eventually. And she always listened.
THANK YOU FOR YOUR COOPERATION. DO GET IN TOUCH IF YOU FIND ANY INFORMATION. STAY SAFE.
river moore. 34. hopeless wreck by day, struggling musician by night.Ā
haaai, iām becky and this is river. sheās a bit of a broken bb who needs some friends in her life.Ā hmu if you wanna plot with her - iām open to anything! iāll try and make a wanted connections page soon, too!!
THE BASICS
NAME: River Moore
AGE: Thirty-four
DATE OF BIRTH: August 15th 1986
GENDER: Cisfemale
PRONOUNS: She/her
OCCUPATION: Freelance Musician/Composer
LENGTH OF TIME IN HOLLOWICK: 34 years (entire life)
THE HISTORY
(tw: child abuse, alcohol abuse, drug abuse, death, car accident, trauma)
ā Ā Ā It had never been an easy life for River Moore. After her mother died in childbirth, she was left in the care of her abusive father, who, whenever he had a drink, decided to make her his punching bag. It was a miracle she even made it past her tenth birthday, but she sometimes wished one of his blows would be her last. There was no one to tell, nowhere to run, nowhere to turn but the few things she had to comfort her; her notepad, pen and a cheap guitar sheād been gifted years back. She was trapped in an eternal hell, until one day, her prayers were answered. She came downstairs one morning to find her father dead on the living room floor, overdosed on whatever he had taken the night before. She sobbed. Not in sadness or grief or panic, but out of pure relief that she was finally free.
ā Ā Ā From then, she was moved around from family to family, most of them unable to deal with the baggage she came with until she finally found her forever home. A lovely couple, Judy and Mark, who took her in and helped her fight through her demons when they came. They gave her space when she needed it and attention when craved it, and she couldnāt have asked for more. Until it was ripped away from her in seconds. The other car came at them so fastā¦ it all happened so fast. She was in the backseat and suffered a few serious injuries to her spine and legs, but Mark and Judy, who were in the front seat, were killed instantly. Fortunately, the time River spent in the hospital tided her over to her 18th birthday, and she didnāt have to face living with another family. Nobody could compare.
ā Ā Ā River managed to find a cheap flat with the compensation sheād been given from the accident after getting out of hospital. It took her a while to heal from that incident, not just physically but mentally. She was left with a hole in her heart from the love sheād lost from Judy and Mark, and the only way she could fill that hole was with music and intoxicants. She managed to turn her pain into pay checks after booking a few gigs at the local pubs, but between her disability and unhealthy drug habits, she found it hard to focus on anything else. Deep down, she knew she needed help, but without anyone there to truly support her through her tough times, and her inability to allow anyone get close to her again in fear that theyād be ripped away again, she wasnāt going to get that help any time soon.
THE FACTS
ā Ā Ā sheās been left with long-term damage to her spine (spinal compression) from her car accident, meaning she walks with a permanent limp and usually needs a stick to get around as she canāt put much weight on her right leg (which took the most biggest blow in the accident). sheās very stubborn when it comes to getting help from people when it comes to moving around, as sheās been āgoing her whole life without help, and doesnāt need it nowā
ā Ā Ā sheās an r&b/soul artist mainly, taking inspiration from her mother whom left a huge collection of soul/funk/disco records behind after she passed away. itās riverās most dearest possession and the only thing that allows her to connect to the woman she never got to have a relationship with. although her original music is usually pretty depressing since itās the only way she can express herself when sheās feeling down, when sheās playing gigs for people, she usually tries to keep things upbeat and happy, since their joy helps keep a smile on her face for a short while.
ā Ā Ā River can play piano (mainly uses electric keyboard in her sets), guitar and sings. she frequently uses a loop-pedal during her gigs to set up her songs, and then sings to the backing track she creates. she usually sits on a stool/limits her movements during gigs, but makes sure her lighting, visual and sound effects make up for her lack of movement so itās not boring for the audience.Ā
ā Ā Ā her favourite place to go is the The New Forest to escape the business of the town, albeit how dangerous it may be now that thereās a murderer running around. she didnāt really care, usually finding comfort in the sounds around her and gaining inspiration from that for her music. her mother was apparently a very nature-loving human, hence Riverās name, and River definitely seemed to connect to the surroundings around her when she was in the forest like her mother had done.
tw: drug/alcohol addiction, depression
ā Ā Ā her intoxicant addiction is very determent on her mood. if she can work through her issues through her music or work, then she tries her best to focus on that. she hates giving into something just to make her feel better, but sometimes her depression overwhelms her too much to say no. her poison is usually weed/the occasional drink when sheās doing okay, but when sheās feeling particularly low, she tends to go for heavier stuff like heroin.
i'll probably add more to this as i get to know her more!
LENGTH OF TIME IN HOLLOWICK:Ā 34 years (entire life)
THE HISTORY
( tw: child abuse, alcohol abuse, drug abuse, death, car accident, trauma )
It had never been an easy life for River Moore. After her mother died in childbirth, she was left in the care of her abusive father, who, whenever he had a drink, decided to make her his punching bag. It was a miracle she even made it past her tenth birthday, but she sometimes wished one of his blows would be her last. There was no one to tell, nowhere to run, nowhere to turn but the few things she had to comfort her; her notepad, pen and a cheap guitar sheād been gifted years back. She was trapped in an eternal hell, until one day, her prayers were answered. She came downstairs one morning to find her father dead on the living room floor, overdosed on whatever he had taken the night before. She sobbed. Not in sadness or grief or panic, but out of pure relief that she was finally free.
From then, she was moved around from family to family, most of them unable to deal with the baggage she came with until she finally found her forever home. A lovely couple, Judy and Mark, who took her in and helped her fight through her demons when they came. They gave her space when she needed it and attention when craved it, and she couldnāt have asked for more. Until it was ripped away from her in seconds. The other car came at them so fastā¦ it all happened so fast. She was in the backseat and suffered a few serious injuries to her spine and legs, but Mark and Judy, who were in the front seat, were killed instantly. Fortunately, the time River spent in the hospital tided her over to her 18th birthday, and she didnāt have to face living with another family. Nobody could compare.
River managed to find a cheap flat with the compensation sheād been given from the accident after getting out of hospital. It took her a while to heal from that incident, not just physically but mentally. She was left with a hole in her heart from the love sheād lost from Judy and Mark, and the only way she could fill that hole was with music and intoxicants. She managed to turn her pain into pay checks after booking a few gigs at the local pubs, but between her disability and unhealthy drug habits, she found it hard to focus on anything else. Deep down, she knew she needed help, but without anyone there to truly support her through her tough times, and her inability to allow anyone get close to her again in fear that theyād be ripped away again, she wasnāt going to get that help any time soon.
RIVERāS FACECLAIM IS TESSA THOMPSON. SHE IS PLAYED BY BECKY.
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