"I'm so sorry" Wren muttered indistinctly, her hands traveling back up to her temples and soothing them. "What the hell is wrong with you, Wren?" She chided herself in a low manner.
Why was it the devil?, Why did it have to be Tyler she head bumped?. Why wasn't it Quinn?. At least if it was Quinn, that would have served her right for trying to murder her.
Talking of murder, how was she still alive?. She was supposed to be dead, no, she was dead because she could remember clearly the last prayer she had in the restroom when Quinn dipped her face into the toilet and left her to die.
No, this wasn't real. Wren must still be in hell. But it was just that this hell looked so much different from the last one she was in before she head bumped Tyler. Were there two hells?. Wren didn't believe in hell and heaven stuff, but now she really did believe.
