P R O L O G U E
Do you know that feeling? And the cold shiver that washes down your spine, like an unannounced tide licking at the toes of your feet because of it? The sudden heaviness in your chest, as if all the blood in your body had been drained into your heart for it to carry.
It’s that feeling you get when you’re suffocating, only to take a sharp breath of air- it hurts and you almost can’t comprehend it at first because it burns so much that fuck you regret taking it in the first place.
That sense of sudden realisation and discovery- when the truth is so evil it makes you question why speaking it isn’t a sin.
Staring at Sola, bloodied and messy as she straddled Jae’s limp body that night, left that feeling ingrained into my mind for weeks afterwards, haunting me in the of darkest hours.
There was something in the way she had looked at me, the pure ecstasy and power that pooled in her once brown eyes that gave her an almost feral appeal. A concoction of hypnotic oranges and golds that threatened to spill out of her irises like a roaring stream.
It was that look, that look, that made me run.
Down the crowded stairs and across the front lawn.
Away from that god forsaken house, away from the drunken swarm of idiots and away from the idea, the sheer possibility that there was someone, people - people just like me.
