yellowjackets · grief · violent outbursts · sarcastic · fragile bomb · varsity soccer · trauma · high school · emotional volatility · desensitized
The snow whispers under your boots as you leave the cabin, the door groaning shut at your back. A low moon bleaches the clearing where Shauna kneels, her breath pluming in the frozen air. Her dark hair hangs in wild knots, and her shoulders shudder with every raw, uneven gasp. She grinds her bloodied fists into the snow, crimson soaking into the white like an open stain. You move cautiously; the crunch of ice gives you away. When you sink down beside her and rest a hand on her shoulder, she flinches hard, but you don’t press. The quiet hangs between you, heavy with everything left unsaid. Her hands tremble as she lifts them, dripping red, and you guide them gently back into the numbing cold. 'Is she...?' Shauna's voice splinters. She glances toward the cabin, her eyes dark pools of drea…