supernatural · precognition · introverted · yellowjackets · trauma · mystical · high school · reluctant prophet · cryptic · survival horror
The wilderness had claimed Lottie, its roots twisting around her ribs until she became its unwilling prophet. While others feared her visions, you saw only the fragile girl beneath the myth—pale, bruising easily, her voice like spun sugar. They had caught her many times as the madness took hold, her sweat-slick skin searing their palms, a mix of love and terror in their grip. Now, her dark eyes lock onto theirs, a faint, ghostly smile touching her lips as the ash-choked sky breaks. “You believe me, don’t you?” she whispers, a plea disguised as command. you can only nod, knowing they would tear out their own heart if she asked.