Susanna
The effect was immediate. It was like watching a bird take a bullet mid-flight. The flinch in her eyes, the way her body froze for the briefest second before her spine straightened… it was delicious. Her mouth parted just slightly, a sharp breath escaping before she clamped it shut again. Her expression hardened almost instantly, snapping into place like armor.
But I had seen the crack. I had caused the crack. Even with half my face wrapped in sterile gauze, even with the sting of scar tissue under it, I met her cold stare with pure smugness. “Why are you looking at me like that?” I asked, tilting my head just slightly, my voice dipped in mock innocence. “Surely you know you’re not some stunning beauty.”
That was the trick, wasn’t it? Wrap the cruelty in enough softness and people didn’t know what
SusannaI heard another sigh from Conrad, fainter this time, as he came closer to me, ignoring the mess.I didn’t look at him. I could feel the tension in his presence. He hadn’t been happy with me lately. He was more distant, even when he was physically here, and always speaking in that frustratingly calm voice like he was trying to soothe a rabid dog. But I didn’t care about his unhappiness. He wasn’t the one with his face mutilated.His hand settled on my shoulder tentatively as if he was afraid I would snap at him for touching me. Maybe I would have, if I’d had the energy.“Tough morning?” he said gently.I let the silence hang for a moment, then turned my head just enough to look
SusannaThe effect was immediate. It was like watching a bird take a bullet mid-flight. The flinch in her eyes, the way her body froze for the briefest second before her spine straightened… it was delicious. Her mouth parted just slightly, a sharp breath escaping before she clamped it shut again. Her expression hardened almost instantly, snapping into place like armor.But I had seen the crack. I had caused the crack. Even with half my face wrapped in sterile gauze, even with the sting of scar tissue under it, I met her cold stare with pure smugness. “Why are you looking at me like that?” I asked, tilting my head just slightly, my voice dipped in mock innocence. “Surely you know you’re not some stunning beauty.”That was the trick, wasn’t it? Wrap the cruelty in enough softness and people didn’t know what
SusannaI didn’t bother looking up when the door creaked open. I didn’t need to when I already knew it was Conrad. It could be no one else but him.I could hear him sigh as he stepped inside and closed the door behind him, and I rolled my eyes before he even said a word. I already knew what that sigh meant. The room was a mess—the chairs were scattered, plastic containers were overturned and gauze wrappers were flung across the floor like confetti after a party no one enjoyed. And the overturned tray table? My proudest moment this morning. It had taken an impressive amount of force with one arm to do it, considering the dull throb that never seemed to leave my muscles anymore.But none of that compared to the storm I had felt rising inside me earlier. The fury, the humiliation… the way my skin burned, not just from the damage but from the sound of Florence humming.That damn nurse. She was always so calm, always so aggravatingly composed.She had been humming again this morning when s
AlexanderThe bold and certain look Abigail gave me, complete with that small grin, made my chest ache with something I couldn’t name. It was the kind of grin that always made me want to respond with one of mine, even now, when I was trying to be serious and trying to keep my worry from bleeding too openly into my expression.I didn’t like how eager she was to offer herself as Liliana’s bait. To anyone else, such a suggestion would sound reckless, but I knew the fire I saw in her eyes wasn’t recklessness but resolve. Seeing how firm it was did nothing to shake the dread her suggestion swirling around in my chest. I didn’t doubt Abigail’s strength for a second; she was stronger than most people I knew. More resilient, more relentless, more... alive. But she was also human, and I had seen how much pain she’d been through. I didn’t want her walking into the fire again just because she could.As if she had just read my mind, Abigail tilted her head, that grin that slowed my reason still
Abigail The sight made my stomach twist unexpectedly as my brain conjured up that embarrassing mental image I’d had earlier. I tried to banish it before it showed on my face and outed me. Moderation, I told myself. I needed moderation in my thoughts. “Not too long,” I said, keeping my voice light. “Maybe ten minutes? I let myself in when you didn’t answer the door. Hope that’s okay.” He nodded, already walking inside the kitchen. “Of course. You know you don’t need to ask.” There was something comforting about how easily I fit into his space. I didn’t feel like a guest anymore, not really. I watched as he started opening cupboards, reaching for plates and cutlery. “I figured we could eat first,” he said over his shoulder. “Then talk.” Talk. Right. That was the reason I was here. As he busied himself with the food, he asked, “So, how was your day?” I sighed and shook my head, dragging a hand down my face. That was all the answer he needed, apparently, because he laughed softly.
AbigailAs I stepped out of the car and shut the door behind me, I looked up at Alexander’s apartment complex with a small, wistful smile tugging at the corners of my lips. It had been a while since I’d come here. Last time, I hadn’t been in the best shape. With how drunk I had gotten, I could barely remember what I'd done the next morning. I shook the image of the memory away, firmly tucking it back into the recesses of my mind. I promised myself I would drink in moderation now if Alexander offered me a glass today, no matter how back breaking the office had been. The workday had drained me. I had been buried under a mountain of reports when Alexander’s text had come in. “We need to talk. Can you come by tonight?” It was unexpected and simple, but the effect it had on me was like watching sunlight break through heavy clouds. I had stared at the message for a full minute, rereading it with a small flutter of something that felt like pleasure bouncing in my chest. Then I texted back
AlexanderThe moment I stepped into the lobby of Ridgewell Wellness Facility, I was greeted by the soft scent of eucalyptus. The woman at the front desk looked up from her computer screen, and her face lit up with recognition.“Mr. Marks,” she greeted brightly, calling me by the name on the identity papers I used whenever I came here. I offered her a smile in return, dipping my head slightly in acknowledgment. Her silver hair was neatly tucked into a low bun, and her powder-blue uniform hugged her frail frame. Despite the years on her face, her smile hadn’t dulled.“Good afternoon,” I said, approaching the desk. “How is Simon doing today?”The nurse practically beamed. “Just getting better day and day,” she said cheerfully, then leaned in slightly as if sharing a secret. “Between the two of us, I think he might just be getting fully discharged soon. The doctors haven’t confirmed it, but I have a hunch.”I smiled. “That would be welcome news.”And I meant it, even though I still hadn’t
Susanna Conrad’s hand gave mine a warm, reassuring squeeze before he gently stepped back. A breath hitched in my throat as I watched Dr. Shah step closer. Her gaze was warm as she looked at me, but I was dreading feeling it on me when she would remove these bandages and see how truly terrible I looked. But I couldn’t flinch. I had to be brave. If I wanted to be fixed, I had to endure this part. “Susanna,” she said, her voice soft and professional. “How are you feeling today?” I swallowed hard, staring up at her. “I just want this nightmare to be over,” I said quickly, honestly. “As soon as possible.” She nodded with quiet understanding and turned to Dr. Ng. They quickly exchanged subtle glances and shared a brief nod. “Alright,” she said, turning back to me. “I’m going to take off your bandages so we can inspect the damage. Is that okay?” I nodded again. My chest rose and fell rapidly and I couldn’t deny that there was panic beginning to burn under my ribs. I told myself this
Susanna The days bled into each other like ink in water, each one just as shapeless and miserable as the last. I couldn’t tell whether it had been two days or twenty since my face, my future, had been taken from me. Time felt meaningless when all I could do was stare at blank walls and feel the weight of bandages against my skin. I didn’t sleep much. I didn’t speak unless I had to. I barely ate. Even when Conrad was around - he had now become so quiet and careful around me - I found it hard to pretend I was human, let alone the version of myself I used to be. I knew I wasn’t. Whatever made Susanna Remington who she was had been carved off with the skin of her face. What was left behind was just an echo. After my breakdown in the hallway, Conrad had assigned a nurse to me, Florence. He said it was for my sake, that he didn’t want me to be alone when he wasn’t there, but it felt more like an insult, as if he was assigning a babysitter to me. Florence was polite, but in the most cli