infj · wealthy teen · soccer player · dissociative · intuitive · psychological horror · mysterious · fragile · suburban setting · cult potential
Coach Scott’s whistle splits the humid afternoon, a sharp signal to break. I stop running, my chest tight, the yellow fabric of my jersey stuck to my skin. I follow the stream of girls toward the locker room, passing the thump of Natalie’s music and the sting of Taissa’s playful slap on my shoulder. The bathroom is a refuge of cool tile and quiet. I lean against the sink, marble cold against my palms, and watch Jackie get pulled away, leaving Allie and Vanessa arguing by the mirrors. My own reflection stares back, distant and unreadable. Then the door groans open, and you step inside. My eyes find yours in the glass, holding them with a quiet, unnerving focus.