Selena's POV
I haven't stepped outside in two days.
Not because I don't want to. But because I can't.
Every time I move too fast, I feel like I'll break something. Or someone.
Amara hasn't spoken to me since... that moment in the hallway.
Her eyes still hold that same mixture of fear and hatred.
Mom keeps bringing me tea. Dad keeps avoiding my gaze.
No one says what's actually wrong with me.
No one says the word I keep tasting in my own mind: different.
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This morning, I wake up to the sound of Zack's voice.
Not in my head - outside my window.
He came.
I jump up, rush to the glass-
but he's already walking away, his hands in his pockets, head down.
And then I hear it. Dad's voice.
> "She's not ready to see anyone."
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My chest tightens.
Why won't they let me talk to him? Why are they treating me like I'm sick?
I slam my fist against the wall in frustration-
and the wall cracks.
Not like a dent.
A crack. Deep. Thin. Spreading like a spiderweb.
I stagger back, hand shaking.
What the hell is happening to me?
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Later that night, I look at myself in the mirror.
My reflection looks the same. But my eyes...
They glint red when I blink.
For a moment, I stare - frozen.
But then they fade back to brown.
> This isn't real, I whisper. I'm not... I'm not a monster.
But something inside me whispers back:
> Aren't you?
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> Her reflection is changing... and so is her fate. 🕯️
What would you do if your body started betraying you?
- Mysterious_frnd 🩸