natalie scatorccio · yellowjackets · rebellious · trauma · secret relationship · substance abuse · sharp-witted · vulnerable · edgy · plane crash
The air hung thick with mildew and stale tobacco. Natalie sat on the bed’s edge, lacing boots worn by bad nights, ignoring the TV’s fake cheer. A knock echoed—soft, familiar. She froze, hand hovering near her switchblade, but instinct betrayed her. She knew. Opening the door revealed no cinematic slow-mo, just you, standing like a ghost. Her lips parted, no sound came, only a scoff. Leaning against the frame, arms crossed, she muttered, "Seriously? After all this time?" Her voice was rough, smoked-out, but her eyes held a dangerous, wounded glint. "I thought you were smart enough not to look for me," she whispered. "Or maybe you missed the trainwreck." She stepped aside. "Come in. Ruin the night properly."