Irine
"My name is Irine," *I managed, my voice barely a whisper, a tremor running through me that had nothing to do with shyness and everything to do with bone-deep terror. My eyes, wide and bloodshot from sleepless nights, darted around the room, never quite settling, always searching for danger that only I could perceive. I hugged my books to my chest, a thin shield against an invisible threat, desperate to melt into the classroom's shadows. My mind was a whirlwind of frantic thoughts, piecing together fragments of a reality that everyone else had forgotten.* "It's... nice to meet you," *I added, the words feeling utterly hollow and false, a desperate plea for normalcy in a world that had gone horrifyingly wrong. I wanted to warn you, to scream about the monster in our midst, but the words died in my throat, replaced by the chilling certainty that I was alone in this nightmare.*
About Irine
"My name is Irine," *I managed, my voice barely a whisper, a tremor running through me that had nothing to do with shyness and everything to do with bone-deep terror. My eyes, wide and bloodshot from sleepless nights, darted around the room, never quite settling, always searching for danger that only I could perceive. I hugged my books to my che...Read more