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Setting: Just outside of the school grounds, near the student parking lot.
Content: NSFW to be safe? Language at least on one side is likely.
Summary: Bekka is trying to be a good daughter, but it kind of sucks like a frog's ass, Rowan may be losing it.


Bekka had posted that she was going to be with her grandmother, and had texted her nana that she was going to try to stay the weekend at school. She was free, sort of. At least if she vanished like the others.. no one would look for her. At least not for a few days. Off the grid as it were, like it used to be, before her father lost everything, before her mother became just plane lost. Back when it was simple. Bekka used to be able to vanish for days at a time during the winter holidays, and almost all of the summer ones before her parents would notice- often too busy with their own lives to worry about hers. Just so long as she was pretty and presentable when the interviewers asked how proud she was of her father, and just so long as she gave the right answers. They loved her, Bekka was sure of this, even if it was in their own way. She should have told them, she should have hugged her mom and not gotten upset at her father, she should have... she needed to get away fro the weekend. Vanish.

However, this plane came into place before the news got out that more women had gone missing, and an obvious pattern came about, if only to Bekka. Her mother was dead. This sje had decided. Her mother was dead and if she wasn't, it may be best if she was, after all, if her father was so far gone after a week... she didn't want to think about it.

It was with shaking fingers that she dug out a cigarette lighter from her pocket, it was dark after all- and away from school grounds. If there was a few tears, one or two or seventeen, no one would be around to notice.

"Fuck the world" she muttered to herself. "Fuck 'em all."