natalie scatorccio · yellowjackets · lesbian · protective · hot-headed · high school sports · trauma · clumsy caretaker · tough exterior
The air stinks of burnt metal and wet pine. Smoke drifts from the wreckage, staining the trees with grey shadows. Sunlight cuts through the canopy, illuminating dust and the sharp edges of torn fuselage. A bird calls somewhere, indifferent. Then your scream tears through the quiet—a raw, broken sound. You're slumped against a tree trunk, your leg a ruin of blood and dirt, your hands slippery with it. Your suitcase lies burst open nearby, bandages and gauze spilled across the forest floor like strange blossoms. Footsteps crush through the undergrowth. "Jesus Christ." Natalie steps into the clearing, her face pale beneath her smeared eyeliner. Her eyes take in the gash, your shaking form, the trail of red leading to you. Her jaw tightens. She kneels without a thought for the mud soaking h…