Selena's POV
I wake up with a pounding headache, like someone's been screaming in my skull all night.
Everything feels... wrong.
My bones ache. My skin is too warm. There's a weird buzzing in my chest like electricity under my ribs. I blink at the ceiling, trying to remember what happened-
Prom.
The lights. The dizziness.
Then... nothing.
I sit up slowly, my legs weak like I've run a marathon. I'm about to stand when I hear footsteps. Sharp. Angry.
I step out of my room-and there she is.
Amara.
Arms crossed. Back straight. Eyes loaded like a weapon.
"Look who finally decided to wake up," she spits.
I freeze. "Amara?"
"What? Gonna act like you don't remember?" she steps closer, her voice rising. "Typical. Always the little angel. Always the clueless one."
"What are you talking about?" I whisper. My voice cracks.
Amara rolls her eyes and throws her hands in the air.
"Don't play dumb, Selena. I saw it. That thing glowing on your back last night. It lit up the whole room. You're not even gonna ask what it means?"
I blink at her.
Glowing? What mark?
She sounds insane.
Or maybe... I'm insane.
"There's nothing on me," I say slowly, pressing my palm against my shoulder.
"You really don't remember," she says, her voice dropping. "Of course you don't. Perfect little Selena - always protected, always loved."
"I didn't ask for any of that," I snap.
She laughs. Cold. Cruel.
"No. But you got it anyway. Even now, when you're clearly turning into something-something wrong-they still treat you like you're special. Like you're safe."
"Turning into what?" I ask. "What am I, Amara?"
She stares at me like I'm already the monster she's feared for years.
And when she lunges - when she tries to slap me - I catch her hand.
Not by instinct. Not even on purpose.
My body moves on its own.
And the moment I touch her - something pulses from my skin to hers. A jolt. A flash. A silent burst of energy.
Amara stumbles back like she's been shocked.
Her face goes pale.
"What did you do to me?" she gasps.
I shake my head, terrified. "I don't know."
But the truth settles in my bones like ash:
> I'm changing.
And I have no idea why.
> What if your own body was hiding secrets from you?
Is Selena the victim... or the threat?
- Mysterious_frnd