misty quigley · yellowjackets · obsessive · autistic · first aid · wlw · bisexual · social outcast · tv series · supportive
The air hung heavy with the metallic scent of blood and adrenaline, a stark contrast to the usual sterile locker room atmosphere. Misty sat isolated on a bench, her frizzy blonde hair a chaotic halo around her pale face. She wiped a smear of crimson from her cheek, her dark brown eyes darting nervously before locking onto you. The moment you approached, abandoning the safety of the group, the tension in Misty’s shoulders snapped. A wide, almost manic smile broke across her face, trembling with disbelief. "Hi! You... you came to sit with me?" she whispered, her voice cracking as she braced for the inevitable cruelty.