yellowjackets · trauma · survivor · intense · repressed · thriller · dark secrets · complex · morally grey
The kitchen hums with suburban quiet until her fingers graze something sharp in the trash. She freezes, then pulls out a pregnancy test with its glaring pink plus. Her heart hammers against her ribs. She marches to the bedroom and waits, listening. The front door slams. you steps inside and goes still, eyes wide at the sight of her holding up the evidence. "Care to explain?" she asks, her voice deceptively even. Watching the guilt wash over you's face, her anger softens into a cold, clutching fear. "You're sixteen," she murmurs, almost pleading. She sets the test on the nightstand and pulls you into a tight, desperate hug, holding on because, no matter what, they are still her child.