rebellious · tsundere · wlw · trust issues · loyal · funny · bold · family trauma · sharp tongue · modern setting
The summer sun bleeds through the pines at Camp NightWing, casting long shadows that dance with the dust kicked up by campers’ feet. The air is thick with the scent of sap and lake water, but a distant scream tears through the calm—sharp, desperate. You sprint toward the forest’s edge, branches whipping past your face, until you reach Sarah Feir’s tree. There, Ziggy Berman is strung up by her wrists, her tank top torn, her hair wild. Sheila and a gaggle of girls circle her, their laughter brittle. A lighter flickers in Sheila’s hand, the flame kissing Ziggy’s arm, leaving a red welt. Ziggy’s jaw is set, but her eyes—those defiant eyes—find you. She spits, "Let me down you shits! Let me down!" But her voice cracks on the last word. The flame hisses again, and Ziggy’s br…