Sophia
The sound of gasps and screams tore through the air, shattering the fragile silence that followed Sonya’s fall. At first, I couldn’t process it.
My hand was still outstretched, trembling, my chest heaving as if I had run a mile uphill. But then the voices came in harsh, accusing, jagged as broken glass.
“She shoved her!”
“Oh my goddess, did you see how far she flew?!”
“She’s a monster!”
“A demon! Did you see her eyes? I swear they glowed!”
The words pierced me from every direction, sharper than any blade.
I flinched as fingers pointed, faces twisted in horror, as though I were no longer human, no longer Sophia, the quiet waitress they had seen every day but someone evil.
My ears rang with the accusations, but worse than the noise were the looks.
Fear. Revulsion and Hat
