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On days when the sun shined bright, that was when Kenna was at her best.

It was a brisk 40 degree day, but the sun was greeting her hello and she wasn’t going to ignore it. She had all the curtains in her home pulled open to let its light shined through as she got to work on a personal order of baked goods.

The kitchen mixer stand spun at its high speed and the blonde happily danced around her kitchen as she prepared the freshly baked cinnamon rolls to be packaged up. Moving from the kitchen to the entryway of her home where she slid on her sneakers and sunglasses, ready to head out to her friends home to drop the order and continue about her day.

It didn’t take long to get there, she was already familiar with the path there. Having visited them often, she was excited to return and find out what they had been up to the past few days.

“I’m here!” She called out in her usual chipper tone, pushing the door open slightly to make sure she wasn’t intruding on anything as she entered the home without knocking. She knew they already knew she was on her way and figured she’d deliver the goods directly to their kitchen.

Kenna slipped her sneakers off at the door and walked to the closest kitchen counter, setting the perfectly packaged white box down and looking around to see if she could spot her friend anywhere in the nearby rooms.

“Hey, are you home?” She called out to them again, feeling a bit confused now to where they could be.

Figuring that they must have had to run out, Kenna shrugged her shoulders and started to head back towards the door to put her shoes back on and head out. Thinking that she would just send them a text that their order had been delivered. 

But something in the corner of the entryway caught her eye.

She grew a puzzled look and went over to the item laying upside down on the floor. Once she arrived at it, she saw it was only a lone shoe. She laughed at herself for being so nosey and picked up the shoe to place it back with all of the other ones near the door.

That’s when she saw it. 

The inside of the sole was red. Blood red.

She turned the shoe very slowly in her hand to its side where more blood stains were covering the bottom half of it. She could feel her heartbeat start to quicken and she stood there stuck in a shocked state.

It wasn’t until a voice from behind her rang out that she snapped from her inner thoughts and the shoe dropped from her hands.

Her eyes looked down at the shoe then to the person she thought was her friend and back again to the bloodied shoe. "I-" Was all that she could get out before she was struck in the back of her head. Her hand flying up as she went falling down next to the blooded item.

She felt dizzy and disoriented straight away, the room spinning around her as she tried to look to them.

How could they do this to her?

She turned her head from where she was on the floor, tears already streaming down her face as she began to realize her deepest fears were coming true. One of her nearest and dearest friends was the Shadow. 

“Wait!” She threw her hand up, trying to stop them from hurting her again. If she could just talk them out of this and get out of there, she could end all of this and the town could be free. Reaching into her back pocket, Kenna pulled her phone out. All she had to do was hit the emergency SOS. But before she could even turn the screen on, their shoe was pressing down on her hand and kicked the phone away from her.

That’s when the second blow hit the side of her face.

She groaned in pain, trying to cover the injury to her head with her hands when she was pulled up by her hair. Mckenna screamed out, begging and pleading with them for her life. Her screams turned into chokes as she felt the warmth of her own blood start to run down her throat and begin to pool underneath her. Her face dropped down into it.

As her vision faded in and out, all she can think about is the memories she was leaving with others. The moments in life she would never get to have.

All the words left unsaid. The laughing fits at 2am with Kit, the chance at raising her kids alongside Charlies, getting to grow old with Lakeyn. Oh, how she longed to grow old.

Her fingers stretch as far as they could go, hitting just the edge of her phone. The blood on her hand smeared across the screen, she tries one last time to pull it towards her and call again for help. The voice inside her head screaming at her to call for help. Her fingers connect and she hits the screen in hopes of hitting the redial for anyone on her call log.

Slowly her eyes close as the last remaining energy drains from her body. She hears a voice faintly on the other end of her phone. The smallest of smiles appear on her face as the rest of the world fades out. ‘I’m saved’ she thinks before letting the darkness consume her entirely.

it had been only an hour, yet it already feels longer, monroe couldn’t stop pacing around the waiting room, she wouldn’t let anyone know, but her hands have been shaking at the sight she had witnessed, a stretcher being taken out from the club, it didn’t take her much to know who was on it, a silent scream before she finally manages to call out for her.

“t-that’s—mom!”

monroe has just gotten back from notre dame a few weeks ago, she had to look for a job, start on her own, look for a place to live. she had left everything almost a year ago when she left with chase and now, she’s come back to nothing, only the clothes on her back and the bag she been carrying around for days. she had been desperate, not knowing where to start over since she never thought she’d be back again in this place after a while. she wasn’t the type of person who plans her life out, which definitely shows now, with how she just packed everything she can and came back home. she had no choice at this point and had to pick up on her old ways just to survive even just a day.

as she was walking around town, she finds herself in front of this fancy place, claymore. monroe has never been inside and she had found herself walking in, duffel bag in hand, and right off the bat she notices is some woman by the bar, a drink in hand, she looked very into what she was reading. it seemed easy, swiping the purse right off the counter without her noticing, she swears she tried, it might be the fact that she’s rusty, or she hadn’t thought this one out well, but…

“what do you think you’re doing?”

monroe’s eyes have never left the room’s floor tiles, quietly counting the tiles in her head while she distracts herself from the exhaustion starting to creep on her. it wasn’t just greta who was rushed to the hospital, there were hyeri...chase...it was just too much for her to handle all in one night. to lose these people close to her, and to be in such place she couldn’t be in since that tragedy a decade ago...she needs to swallow her fear being in such place for years and be there, for hyeri, for chase, for her mother.

she snaps out of the voice calling out for her, it was for the people who have been waiting for greta hightower. she tried to listen to everything that the doctor said, but only picked out that she was alright and now resting in her room. she felt like she was showered by great relief, yet still, she had been distressed, anxious, whatever you call it, all she knows is she’ll only calm down if she sees the woman herself.

my problems were her problems, now, i don't wanna 'cause trouble at all, i don't want the call…

“greta…”

a couple of tired knocks on the door, it was four o’clock in the morning, and this was the nearest place she could get to, she had been working and then partying all night at club envy, she’d been handed by something that would apparently make her night better. and now she felt like she was going to crash any moment. she heard a scramble inside, and it didn’t take long for the woman to open to door, and monroe swore, she would’ve crashed on the other, it was a smart move gripping on the door frame that tight.

“you’re like…the mom i’ve never had, my own mom never even wanted me…”

she murmurs, before passing out face down on her couch. it became a normal occurrence that she’ll wake up to lydia poking her cheek in the morning, thinking that she wasn’t that much alive. that place—that couch, had become monroe’s home for years of hours long parties at club envy that most of them are a blur to her, sometimes she doesn’t even remember getting there. though the older woman never questioned that, and monroe was more than grateful.

don't worry about me, just worry about you…

it took a lot for monroe not to sprint towards greta’s room the second she was told where she was. it had been a long night and the dj hasn’t slept a wink, she knew she couldn’t even if she tried. she’ll only be able to calm down if she sees her mom herself, that she was alive and breathing. and the second she sees her the other lying on the hospital bed, she breaks down to tears, knees almost becoming weak when she rushes to greta’s side.

“mom—i’m—i’m s-sorry.” monroe finally chokes out, carefully holding on to her hand before she continues to speak. “i can’t lose you—i’ve lost enough in my life i don’t think i take more…i can’t do any more of this, mom…”

monroe had always been walking to club envy every single night whenever she has to work due to the fact that she couldn’t last a second inside any car, given her trauma from the past that not one person in this town knows, it was just a matter of preference, something she’d say to people, especially to greta all the time whenever her situation is being brought up, and thankfully, as always, the woman chooses not to delve into the thought deeper, instead, she had monroe meet her outside her place one day.

“holy shit—you remembered!” monroe hasn’t smiled like that much, but it was due for her to do so, she’d never shut up about the scrambler in front of her to greta whenever she sees photos of the motorbike, she had been always wanting to get her hands on it, customize the whole thing to her liking. it was one of those few best days she’s ever had ever since they’ve met.

monroe wakes up by greta’s side, in the most uncomfortable position she’s ever slept in, or if that’s anything close to having sleep. she had been very sensitive to her surroundings, the non-stop beeping of the monitor, the hushed voices and footsteps just outside the room, greta’s breathing—which is somehow something that gives monroe a peace of mind. not that it makes everything better, what’s important is, she is alive, and she was right there.

and she remembers that day, still. in fact, it was the only thing she remembers about it.

the sight scared her, regardless of how different their situations were when they’ve both ended up in this same position, she was now starting to make sense of the day she woke up to greta, along with lunara never leaving her side, even though fatigue was evident on their features. she could only imagine the pain they’ve been through before when she was the one in that bed, and now, seeing the very parent she’s only had in that position, it crushed her already broken heart.

so, don't tell my mom, i'm fallin' apart, she hurts when i hurt, my scars are her scars…

she can remember the silence that the tears were enough to tell her how bad she’s fucked up. she remembers that look the greta had not just on that day she finally woke up, but tonight. she remembers the anger, the disappointment she had caused. she had lied to her for months, made her think she was okay, yet monroe thought it was for her good, for the way she worries about her all the time.

Jogging along the fairy trail Charlie was completely unaware of his surroundings, one minute he was running along and next he found himself stumbling to keep himself up right as he tripped over something. The man assumed it was a rock or a stick on the path as he muttered to himself ‘for fuck sake’ he groaned to himself as he turned around to look at the ground in frustration. At first he wasn’t sure what it was that he’d tripped over, he could tell that it wasn’t exactly a rock or a stick but he still didn’t know. The man trailed on over to figure out what it was, it was dark and he was squinting his eyes as he kicked it gently with his foot ‘oh fuck, sorry’ he quickly called out realising it was somebodies foot. His first presumption being that maybe it was a homeless person, his next assumption was that it was somebody drunk. His eyes looking over the body he saw the blonde hair and eventually realised it was his best friend.

‘Kenna you fucking scared me, what are you doing?” He asked as he removed the headphones and draped them around his neck as he pulled out his phone to pause the music. “Are you drunk or something?” He chuckled to himself slightly, “You having another secret cigarette? Trust me I won’t tell anyone, I promise.” He spoke once more as he took a step closer once noticing she still hadn’t moved a muscle. His face dropping as he felt the worry start to set over him, his smile disappeared from his features rapidly as he nudged her leg once more with his foot. “Kenna this isn’t funny get up” the panic in his voice is much more evident. “Kenna?’ he repeated her name as he crouched down beside her.

His heart was suddenly beating rapidly in his chest, he was almost too scared to take a closer look in case this was what he was thinking it could be. If he didn’t look then it wasn’t true. That’s what he was telling himself. If he didn’t check then he didn’t know and it wasn’t what he was thinking. He could go on with his day and his best friend was fine. That’s how this worked. Charlie stood back up and walked away for a moment, he took a deep breath as he attempted to calm himself down, an attempt to calm his rapid heart rate. It felt as though at any moment it was going to beat right out of his chest. His mind is thinking of things over and over rapidly in his head. It felt as though he was about to pass out at any second and he hadn’t even confirmed his suspicions.. Although he knew exactly what he had stumbled across. His chest was tightening as he felt himself suddenly struggling how to breathe, as though he’d forgotten how to breathe in the moment. His head felt as though it was spinning, everything around him felt as though it was spinning too. He felt dizzy. He had to pull himself together, compose himself because surely this wasn’t happening..

Standing up right he turned and quickly jogged back over to the blonde laying on the ground, “Kenna wake up” he spoke softly as he finally moved in closer to her, his hand grabbing hers and giving her a slight shake. His eyes were clouded over with tears that were forming, his vision blurred to the point he couldn’t even see her properly but he knew. “Come on, wake up.. This isn’t funny, Ken.” His voice cracked as he spoke, his throat sore as he tried to compose himself but that was becoming harder by the second. The more she didn’t respond to him speaking, the more she didn’t react to his touch the worse this was becoming for him. “Ken..” his voice barely at a whisper as the tears began to pour from his waterline, he couldn’t attempt to trick himself anymore. “No, no, no..” he called out as he pulled her up and into his arms, “Kenna!” he called out loudly as he started to shake her in his arms to get a response. 

He began to sob uncontrollably. His best friend was gone and he didn’t even get to say goodbye. She was too good of a person to be taken out of this world so cruelly. What could Mckenna have possibly done to somebody to deserve this? “Somebody please help her!” he called out knowing the chances of anybody being around at this time was very slim. One arm holding her close to his body as the other pulled her face close to his, his eyes looking over her features through the tears as he cradled her back and forth in his arms as she lay there limp. “Don’t you leave me here, Kenna.” He attempted to speak through the lump in his throat, his voice almost sounding raspy as he tried his hardest to talk to her.

The girl who lay there lifeless in his arms was one of very few that could keep Charlie grounded. She was one of few that told him how it was, she was sweet and kind but he trusted her with his own life. She was far too good of a person to be murdered and dumped in a field waiting to be found. Finding her here like this felt as though his heart had been ripped out of his chest, the tears streaming down his face as he cried uncontrollably, he felt as though he could throw up at any moment as he brushed her hair out of her face gently. She was gone. He knew she was gone but that didn’t stop the little bit of hope he had that she would suddenly come back around.