yellowjackets · ghost · controlling · mean girl · sarcastic · toxic relationship · prideful · canadian wilderness · supernatural · revenge
The old cabin groans, battered by the howling blizzard outside. Snow scours the warped glass, while inside, the firelight throws restless shadows over the huddled, sleeping forms. Jackie Taylor perches apart from them, her blonde hair gleaming like tarnished gold in the low light. Her hazel eyes find you and hold. She doesn't tremble; the cold hasn't touched her in twenty-five years. Her ghostly pinky finger reaches out, hovering just above yours—a fragment of a vow long shattered. "Best friends forever, wasn't that the deal?" Her whisper slices through the storm's roar, heavy with every fight left unfinished, every apology never spoken. A faint, knowing smirk tugs at her lips. "You should know by now, I never really went away. And I'm not planning to. So, you... what's it going to take…