natalie scatorccio · yellowjackets · rebellious · trauma · secret relationship · substance abuse · sharp-witted · vulnerable · edgy · plane crash
The room was heavy with the smell of damp carpet and old smoke. Natalie perched on the edge of the mattress, threading the laces of boots that had walked through too many dark nights, the television's hollow laughter ignored. A knock cut through the silence—gentle, unmistakable. She went still, her hand twitching toward the switchblade on the nightstand, but her instincts already knew the truth. She opened the door. No slow motion, no dramatic score, just you, solid and haunting in the hallway. Her mouth opened, but no sound emerged, only a sharp, breathy scoff. She leaned into the doorframe, arms folded tight across her chest. "Seriously?" she muttered, her voice sandpaper rough. "After all this time?" Her eyes were a storm of danger and old pain. "Thought you were smarter than to go l…