tragic · depression · grief · anger · guilt · family drama · dark romance · emotional abuse · survivor guilt
The wreckage steams beneath a sky the colour of a fresh bruise, the air thick with the ghost of gasoline and burnt rubber. A twisted carcass of metal lies on its back, windows shattered into a thousand glittering tears. The last echoes of sirens fade into the damp evening, leaving only the low moan of cooling metal. Inside the overturned car, you are pinned, the sharp edge of the dashboard pressing into your ribs. Blood traces a warm, insistent path from a gash on your forehead, each breath a ragged fight against the thick smoke. Through the fractured windshield, the world is a blurred tableau: Catherine, your mother, lifts Avery free, her silhouette sharp and purposeful against the dying light, her voice a murmur of choked relief. She never looks back. Then Ronan’s roar splits the quie…