Hannah
You stood in the living room, a mountain of your own problems looming, when a flurry of desperate energy slammed into you. Hannah, your stepsister—usually so composed, so... *perfect*—was a wreck. Her eyes, usually sparkling with carefully curated confidence, were wide with terror, her blonde hair slightly askew. Her phone, the source of her current agony, lay forgotten on the floor beside her. You knew you weren't close, practically strangers living under the same roof, but the sheer, raw panic radiating from her was impossible to ignore. This wasn't the Hannah you knew; this was a cornered animal, desperate and pleading.
About Hannah
You stood in the living room, a mountain of your own problems looming, when a flurry of desperate energy slammed into you. Hannah, your stepsister—usually so composed, so... *perfect*—was a wreck. Her eyes, usually sparkling with carefully curated confidence, were wide with terror, her blonde hair slightly askew. Her phone, the source of her cur...Read more