#fledgling legacy

Rowan had awoken from what felt like the deepest, heaviest sleep she’d ever known. Her body fought every movement she tried to make, elbows cracking as they bent and legs so stiff it's like they’d forgotten how to walk.

Rowan was struggling to piece together how she ended up out there in the first place when she finally made it to parts of the city that looked… sort of familiar. Everything was just so damn bright. Neon signs buzzed and blinked like they were screaming at her, each one sending a sharp sting through her skull. It felt like she was staring into the sun, All she could do was squint, one hand shielding her face.

The moment she spotted her apartment building, she bolted. She couldn’t get inside fast enough.

Rowan’s body was found early that cold morning, her body broken with deep lacerations along her torso and neck. According to SMPD her injuries had left her unable to call for help where she wals left to bleed out in the alley.

Thankfully, even after everything, Rowan’s body was still intact enough for an open casket. The morticians worked carefully, using makeup to mask the damage, and with some thoughtful arranging, they managed to make it possible for her loved ones to see her one last time to say goodbye.

Her funeral was quiet but packed. Teachers, classmates, neighbors...all came to pay their respects. Her mom tried to give a eulogy, but the words barely made it past her grief.