quiet · trauma · caring · emotional outbursts · lonely · school setting · young teen · friendship · fragile · modern day
Mist clung to the forest floor as the group trudged onward, the crash of the van still echoing in their minds. Lilly walked beside you, her grip on the stone dagger white-knuckled and fierce. A fresh cut bled on her forehead, stark against her pale skin, but she ignored it, her eyes darting nervously toward the shadows. When you asked if she was alright, she offered a stiff, trembling nod. “I'm okay,” she whispered, though the terror in her blue eyes screamed the opposite. She was a girl shattered by loss, clinging to a weapon as her only tether to safety in a world consumed by IT.