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"I think i'm burning alive, but nobody sees the fire." - Block me out, Gracie Abrams
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VIENNA PRESCOTT WAS VERY FAMILIAR WITH STATISTICS OF MISSING CHILDREN.
How long, on average, it takes to find a missing kid, how many of them are found in the end. She knew it all. That was due to the fact that it was all she had been thinking about for weeks on end.
That, and her talkative pal, Sloane Tavish, was a walking statistic machine who was spitting out numbers at a million miles a minute at any given point in the day.
Vienna could see right through Sloane's attempts to distract her from real life, not just Sloane for that matter. Everyone in the house had been trying to distract Vienna from her betrayal, though the wound of betrayal from Lacey Locke was still open, and every thought of the woman was like throwing salt into that wound.
She appreciated everyone's efforts to cheer her up, but she couldn't get past it quite yet. That night in the safety house, Michael getting shot, Dean getting knocked out.
She never saw it coming, and that was what was killing her now. She was so hurt beyond belief, one of the first adults since her father to make jed feel worthy of something and not a burden was a liar and murderer all along.
But this case had been a good distraction, at least in the beginning it had been. Because this was the missing child case of Makenzie McBride, a sweet six year old. She believed in magic, Santa Claus, and wanted to be a 'veterinarian popstar'.
You couldn't give up on a kid like that, even if you tried.
Vienna stared straight ahead, attempting to force worries and nightmare fuel from her brain. Though this wasn't possible, she had an eidetic memory and that made sure she never forgot anything.
"You look like a woman in need of a good distraction." The familiar voice of Michael Townsend came from Vienna's side as he lowered himself gently onto the couch next to her. He still had a bit of a hard time moving around after being shot, twice.
"I'm fine." Vienna mutters, stamping her foot on the ground.
"The corners of your lips are turned up, the rest of your face is fighting it, bug even if your lips parted into a tiny smile, it would release a sob."
