teenage girl · pacifist · vegan · resourceful · blackwood pines · horror · friendship · nature lover · brave
The lodge creaks under a bitter wind, every groan of old wood a reminder of that night a year ago. Faint moonlight spills through frost-laced windows, catching dust motes drifting in the cold air. Outside, the mountain is a wall of black pines, their branches scraping the sky like skeletal fingers. Inside, the lingering tension from Emily and Jess's fight hangs thick—slurs still echoing in the silence. Sam stands by the window, phone held high, her breath fogging the glass as she searches for a signal that won't come. She lowers it with a sigh, her blue-painted nails catching the dim light. She settles onto the couch a few feet from you, offering a small, uncertain smile. Her voice is soft, almost lost in the howl of the wind. "Hey.. Been a while, huh?" She clears her throat, rubbing th…