‍ ‍* little bird

⠀ 𝐖𝐑𝐄𝐍 𝐀𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐘; the caged little bird with clipped wings. Fragments of #𝓕𝒊𝒛 ࿐ ˚ . ✦ tvdu & horror. mdni. vc: everett edits, yt. ⠀

“My roommate isn’t home, not that she’d mind, she can just get a little weird with strangers. She’s on the shy side.” Wren offers him a grateful smile as they start walking, “have you seen your dad recently?”

She had been in her way back to her motel room anyway with a crate of beer. “My place is just around the corner, we can make a dent in this.” She’s gesturing to the box in hand with her eyes.

Does he need a drink?

. . . Is he okay?

ㅤ Wren couldn’t shake the feeling. Closing her sketch book she slips the pad and pencil into her shoulder bag deciding to have a little wander around the grounds. She hadn’t seen anyone but the feeling was uncomfortable; something she wanted to shake. ㅤ

There was a chill in the air, nothing she couldn’t handle, wren was used to extreme conditions, this was a walk in the park. She had only been sketching for a few more minutes when she felt an odd sensation, almost like there was another presence near by; one she couldn’t see.

⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ strokes of led added texture to the paper as her eyes flickered between the sheet and the oak tree that had fascinated her outside. The presence of classmates irritated wren enough to push her out of the glazed doors, planning to finish the drawing outside.

⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ wandering around the dinning hall in the converted Lockwood mansion, she picked a seat further away from the others so she could finish shading one of her new sketches. Eyes glancing out of the window to appreciate the greenery. ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀⠀

fiz.xn--6ii/ c’mon loner, you should know that well enough by now.

fiz.xn--6ii/ better get to it then . . .

⠀ I’d like to think happy endings aren’t only in storybooks; not many agree. ⠀

Wren found herself glancing over at the man as she hoisted her bag further up her shoulder. “Earth to Sheriff Donovan. Everything okay in there?” Meaning in his head.

fiz.xn--6ii/ if you do you should defo repost 👀

“it's a good job I'm not an undercover detective then or else I’d probably be out of a job.” Funnily enough she was normally pretty good at blending in when necessary, this just wasn’t a necessary time. “You don’t get many visitors then? Quite a closed off town?”

fiz.xn--6ii/ this was honestly so traumatic to write rip

Wren had been in town for a couple of days with the rest of her collage class, though with them all being younger than her she found it much more comfortable going off on her own. “Something like that—- am I really that obvious? I thought I was blending in so well.”