Scarlet
Personally, I was—
Just aware.
Aware that I was something else now.
Something not even nature could understand yet.
The question wasn’t whether I was strong enough.
It was whether I could live with whatever had been awakened.
The house was quiet.
Too quiet.
My parents had gone to bed. I told them I’d be fine. I was fine. At least, that’s what my mouth had said.
The silence felt unnatural, though, like even the floorboards were holding their breath around me. I sat by the window, my knees tucked to my chest, the breeze slipping in through a c***k in the glass and brushing over my skin like a whisper.
Outside, the woods swayed. Distant, but watching.
They’d always felt like a sanctuary before—the place where the world calmed, where I could hear nature and feel its pulse i
