Serayah Cressors.
I scrub the blood stain off my face. Off my hands. Off my neck. As if scrubbing hard enough will erase what happened. As if it will erase him.
“Serayah!” Mother calls behind me, urgently but I do not answer. I am staring into the mirror, searching if the blood is gone. When I no longer see the blood, only my reflection, I push out of the bathroom.
I move past the halls, past everything.
And then—I see them. A new team. A man I don’t recognize is speaking to my father. But his eyes fall on me the moment I step forward. As if he already knew who I was. As if he was waiting. Father turns but I keep walking toward the entrance. Toward the door. But then—I remember what I’ll see if I step outside. The aftermath. The wreckage. The wolves that were standing just moments ago
