she hadn’t realized her sweater had been torn until it was too late. the worn cotton had torn does the side of her arm, exposing her skin to the world, and, to the touch of another person as they shoved past her in the hallway. harper had bit back a gasp at the contact, eyes widening as her powers activated against her will. DARK HAIR, TOOTHY SMILE, RIDING A BIKE FOR THE FIRST TIME, A BIG BROTHER SMILING AT THEM- HER?- BEFORE LEAVING, THE CAR WRECK, WHERE IS HE? WHERE IS- “fuck.” leaning against the wall the girl shook her head as someone came over to check on her, groaning. “i’m- sorry. i- where are we?” center yourself, like mom said. you’re harper johnson. you’re at- somewhere. that was someone else’s life. not yours.
