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Wren Montana Skaggs | 18

[wrenmontana]

Under The Influence Of You | Wren & Billy

[billyboy-newman-blog]

"If you find out a way to kill yourself and stay deal, please let me know. I spent the better part of a year trying to figure out how to do it and I got nothing at all." He told her, finishing his beer.

[wrenmontana]

"I'd totally let you know, but I'd be deader." She said, biting her lower lip so that she doesn't laugh. "I will actively be trying to find a way to get the fuck out of the afterlife, though. You can count on that."

[wrenmontana]

Under The Influence Of You | Wren & Billy

[billyboy-newman-blog]

"You get used to it. You learn to accept it. It takes time. But no. I’m not happy that I’m dead. I just deal with it." He said, rolling his eyes. "Life is shit and I’m stuck living in the epitome of hell. Elaborate enough for ya?"

[wrenmontana]

"And, what? We can't just go off into the light? Do we have unfinished business to fuck with?" The sarcasm that laced her voice was obvious as she reached for another shot. "I doubt I'm ever going to get used to it. And I certainly don't want to have to deal with it." 

[wrenmontana]

Under The Influence Of You | Wren & Billy

[billyboy-newman-blog]

"You’ll get used to it." He told her, taking a drink of his beer when the bartender finally brought it over to him. He shrugged and ordered himself another beer. With as long as it took him to get the first beer, he might as well order it now. "Both."

[wrenmontana]

"Get used to it? Yeah, okay, I doubt that. When was the last time you said to yourself 'God, I can't wait to wake up today, and be dead.'" She asked, raising an eyebrow. "Both? Well, that's sucks. Misery loves company, I guess. Care to elaborate?"

[wrenmontana]

Under The Influence Of You | Wren & Billy

[billyboy-newman-blog]

Billy took his time getting to the bar. He figured he would get there before Wren anyway. Yet, when he walked into the bar, he spotted her sitting at the end of the bar taking a shot. He made his way over to her and dropped down in the seat beside her, ordering a pink from the bartender. “Rough day?”

[wrenmontana]

"Rough day, rough week, rough everything." She said, picking up her second shot and downing it quickly. The last thing she wanted to be right now was sober and she was making easy headway on getting herself drunk as she could. "You got somethin' to drink away or are you just really into bars?" She asked before ordering another round - and several more to spare.

[wrenmontana]

Under The Influence Of You | Wren & Billy

Wren downed a shot of whiskey and slapped another bill on the bar, signaling the bartender to hit her with another, and crossed her right leg over her left, her head resting in her palm as she waited for Billy to show up. She'd only been here for five minutes, but it felt like forever. There was a bandage over her forehead, the gash being too disgusting to solve with some makeup, and she hoped that it would go away eventually - she didn't want to be stuck with it for the rest of eternity. 

[billyboy-newman-blog]

I’m down.

[wrenmontana]

Meet me there, then.

[wrenmontana]

I could use a drink. Or twelve. Anyone wanna hit Pete's? 

[wrenmontana]

Moodboard --> Wren Montana Skaggs

[bloodofvampiress]

[welcomethenewage]

[wrenmontana]

Goodbye | Closed

TW: the topics discussed in this para are potentially triggering. Pleas do not continue reading if you're easily triggered by mentions of death, murder, or blood. 

Wren had finally managed to get off the park bench she had been sitting on for the better part of an hour and walk home. The streetlights were all on and they reflecting against her skin the same way they always had, but something just felt different. She felt different. She was different. 

She pulled her key out of her pocket as she was walking up to the front porch and unlocked the door quickly, stealing inside before anyone could tell that someone was downstairs. She didn't want to wake up her parents or her siblings, but she figured her brother was probably still awake and playing video games in his room. 

She walked up the stairs, trying her best to not make them creak as she walked to her room, glancing into her brother's room. Luckily, he was still up. She walked into his room and sat down behind him, wrapping her arms around his shoulders. "Hey, bub." She said, a sadness in her tone as she leaned her chin on his shoulder. 

"Where've you been all night, Wree?" He asked, putting his game on pause and setting down the controller so that he coud turn to look at her. Something was off and he couldn't quite place his finger on it. 

"Just out... Mom and Dad go to bed already?" She asked, chewing on the inside of her lip. He nodded and she frowned. She had wanted to see them one last time... "I'm not staying here tonight. I'm going to go over to Rachel's. Call me if you need anything." She said, standing up as she spoke. He nodded again and she stood up, walking out of the room and into her own. She grabbed a bag and started to go through her dresser drawers, finding the clothes that she wore the most often. If she was going to have anything with her, it would be those things. 

She tossed her iPod in the bag and the charger, as well as a pair of shoes that were comfortable and a pair that were comfortable. She could hear her brother in the other room, closing up the game he was playing and getting into bed. Her heart broke as she thought about the fact that she was never going to get to talk to him again. 

As soon as her bag was packed, she made her way back downstairs and left the house, leaving her key sitting on the table inside the front door that she locked behind her. The last time she would see her family, the last time she'd hear that door click, it was all happening now. Sheclosed the door shut and left behind the only life she had ever known.

[rachels-nightmares-blog]

I figured.

I’ll be there.

[wrenmontana]

Love you, Rach.

[rachels-nightmares-blog]

I know. It’s just that Deacon is already Hell on Earth and…Sorry. I’m an idiot.

Yeah, you go do that. I’ll be at mine when you’re ready.

[wrenmontana]

You're not, it's fine. I'm a little overly sensitive right now. 

Okay... I'll call when I'm on my way over.

[rachels-nightmares-blog]

Sorry. I was just trying to make light of…everything. Sorry.

It hasn’t been found. I would have heard about it if it had been found. You wanna come stay at mine?

[wrenmontana]

I think it's a little too soon to start with the jokes. I've barely adjusted to being, you know, no longer living.

I might. I think... I think I'm gonna change it and run home. Say bye... Get some clothes.

[rachels-nightmares-blog]

At least you aren’t in hell. Just purgatory.

[wrenmontana]

Oh, yeah, that's such a consolation prize. Purgatory instead of Hell. I'm flattered that things ended up this way.

God, I need a shower. I wonder if my bodies been found yet or if I can go home real quick and get some shit...

[rachels-nightmares-blog]

But it will get you nowhere.

[wrenmontana]

Being dead isn't really going to get me anywhere, either. 

[rachels-nightmares-blog]

I know you are.

[wrenmontana]

I think it's a pretty good thing to be stubborn over, though.