The crow flew around the junkyard tord a shack that was made out of gray bricks. Trash and metal bars as well as two fans stuck in and leaned against it. A doorway was widely open. There were train tracks behind it. she entered the tiny building. the first thing she found was her makeup kit. she remembered the little things. her name, acting, and getting into character for her acting class. her brain scorched and stinging as if little bugs were scratching at her skull. she held her head with one hand as she stumbled back falling. Sitting on her butt. her hand touched paper. she glanced down at it. it was a pamphlet for a rave in Los Angeles, California. she stood up and looked at the wall. Where she saw the writing in a black marker. "Chloe was here" and just below it "Rachel was here." she touched the name, Chloe. It felt like her brain was sitting inside a pool of gasoline. still burning and in pain. She remembers Chloe now. With marker in hand. her blue eyes full of joy looking back at Rachel. Chloe was wearing pale gray ripped jeans with suspenders. As well as a white shirt with a skull on it. As her normal punk aesthetic. Chloe smiled handing her the marker.
"Come on Rach, make your mark," Chloe exclaimed joyously nuging her a bit. Rachel looked at her blue-haired companion and pulled the cap off the marker. The memory then fading away. Rachel again fell back catching herself on a small table. she fell with a thud. So many things crashing in her brain like ships against a rocky shoreline. memories and the echoes of a life that was once hers. She finally had registered everything. Who she was, the school she went to, her parents. Some of the small things people take for granted. The junkyard had become her new home for now. She felt broken. feelings of betrayal and depression would flood her mind. She heard the sound of footsteps, those of boots crunching against dirt. She turned and saw an old friend. Frank Bowers. Rachels former boyfriend. Frank had met her through her mother. they bonded with each other rather quickly. Rachel felt a lot of love for Frank. He had missed her very dearly. The gruff and tuff exterior that was Frank Bowers had broken immediately after seeing her. he first had a look of shock. It was quickly overcome with the look of a sobbing teenage boy. He picked her up from the ground and held her tightly. he wrapped his jacket around her, hopefully, to provide some kind of comfort to the girl.
"Where have you been !?!" Frank exclaimed.