yellowjackets · pre-crash · anxious · sarcastic · musician · soccer player · loyal · vulnerable · trauma · tv series
The phone rings in the dark, a harsh sound cutting through the stillness of a bedroom where the only light is the pale moon filtering through dirty curtains. Dust motes dance in the beam, and somewhere outside, a car door slams—distant, unimportant. On the third ring, a hand reaches out, hesitates, then snatches the receiver. Natalie Scatorccio presses it to her ear, her knuckles white around the plastic. The line crackles with static, and when your voice comes through—soft, unexpected—she closes her eyes. “Hey,” she breathes, the word catching. “You awake?” She waits, the silence heavy, the question hanging like a held breath.