LOGINHope Daniels has spent her life mastering control, on the softball field, in school, and in the quiet spaces where emotions are better left unspoken. With college within reach and her future finally aligning, everything should feel safe, predictable… normal. Then she falls for Kade Mercer, her best friend’s older brother. He’s distant, unreadable, and always watching her like he already knows how their story ends. What begins as stolen glances and unspoken tension slowly pulls them toward something neither of them can stop. On the night everything shifts, Hope wakes in a world that is not her own. The sky is fractured. The air is alive. And creatures born from nightmares hunt anything that breathes. Stranded together for seven relentless days, Hope and Kade must survive a shifting, brutal realm where instinct is the only law and fear takes physical form. Every battle changes them. Every choice binds them closer. And every night reveals they are being watched by something far more dangerous than the monsters chasing them. But survival comes at a cost. Because when they wake back in their world, nothing is as it was. Time has not moved, but they have. The marks they carry begin to glow. The memories refuse to fade. And the line between worlds is beginning to tear again. Some doors are not meant to close. And some connections were never human to begin with. Hope thought she was fighting to survive seven days in another world. She was wrong. She was being chosen.
View MoreThe majority of the day feels like a performance I don’t remember rehearsing. I sit in class. I take notes. I answer questions when teachers call on me. But none of it sticks. Everything feels like it’s happening a half-step behind me, like I’m watching myself go through the motions instead of actually being in them. Because underneath all of it.. There’s that hum. That awareness. That pressure that doesn’t leave anymore. And worse.. I’m starting to recognize it. Not just when it spikes. Not just when something is shifting.. But all the time. Like it’s been there longer than I realized. Like I just didn’t know what I was feeling before. By the time the last period ends, I don’t wait. I don’t linger. I don’t pretend I’m not thinking about it. About him. About everything he’s said. About the way he stepped in earlier like he already knew exactly what was happening before I did. I move through the hallway quickly, weaving through people without really seeing them. I know where he’ll be.
The hallway doesn’t settle after that. It pretends to rest, having them think more. Lockers slam like nothing, just skip a beat in the middle of everything. But I feel it. Underneath the noise is like a low hum that never quite fades…And worse… I feel like I am being watched. Not just by whatever that thing was. I shift my grip on my books as I move down the hallway, trying to shake the feeling off. It doesn’t work… “Hope!” I glance up. Evan. Of course. He’s leaning against the lockers a few steps ahead, pushing off them as soon as he sees me. Easy smile, with confidence. Familiar in a way that used to feel simple. Now it just feels… abnormal. “Hey,” I say, slowly.. “You disappeared after practice yesterday,” he says, falling into a step beside me. “Didn’t even stick around.” “I had stuff to do.” “Stuff?” he repeats, amused. “That’s vague.” “It’s supposed to be.” He laughs lightly, like this is normal. Like we’re normal. I try to match it. I can’t. “You’ve been kind of off lately,” he
I don’t sleep. Not really. I close my eyes. I lie still. I let the hours pass like they’re supposed to mean rest. But every time I drift… I see it again. That distortion. That not-quite-shape pressing against reality like it’s testing the surface. Like it’s looking for a way through. Or worse…. I feel it. That same awareness that’s been following me for days now. Only now it’s sharper. Closer. Like it knows I saw it. Like it knows I didn’t look away.By the time morning comes, I’m already exhausted. But I still go to school. Because routine is controlled. And I need control right now. Even if it’s fake. The hallway is louder than usual. Or maybe I’m just hearing everything differently. Lockers slamming. Voices bouncing. Shoes squeaking against the floor. Normal sounds. But underneath it… Something else hums. Quiet. Constant. Like a frequency I can’t unhear. I move through the crowd automatically, my body following patterns it’s known for years. Left at the corner. Three lockers down.
I tell myself I’m not going to follow him.That feels like a reasonable boundary.A necessary one. Because whatever this is, whatever he’s pulling me into, whatever is shifting around us, and it’s already too much. Too fast. Too unknown.And I don’t chase unknowns. I analyze them. I keep my distance from them. I stay in control. That’s the rule. So when Kade turns and starts walking away from the field, I stay where I am. I pick up my bag. I unzipped it. I pretend I’m looking for something. I count my breaths. One. Two. Three…. Don’t go after him. Don’t…. I zip my bag shut. And follow him. I keep my distance. That’s the compromise I make with myself.I’m not following him. I’m just… walking the same direction. Observing. Keeping awareness. That’s different. It sounds different in my head. It feels like a lie anyway. Kade doesn’t look back. Not once. But I get the sense he knows I’m there. Of course he does. He always seems to know.We move off the school grounds, past the parking lot,
I tell myself I’m not going to watch him today. That I’m done with it. That whatever this is, this is a pattern, this tension, this… thing… I’m not going to feed into it. It lasted exactly twelve minutes. It starts in the hallway between the second and third period. Same place as yesterday. Same ti
I don’t mean to start watching him. That’s the part I tell myself matters. It’s not intentional. It’s not obsessive. It’s just… noticing. The same way I notice a pitcher’s tells. The way their wrist angles just slightly before a curve. The way their stance shifts when they’re nervous. Patterns. Tha
I don’t usually notice people noticing me. Not off the field. On the field, yeah, that’s one thing different. Eyes are expected there. Coaches, teammates, opponents, all are supposed to be watching, calculating, reacting. It’s part of the game. … But this…. This is different. Because Kade Mercer
I don’t usually stay after games. Win or lose, I have a system, I cool down, pack up, leave. No lingering, no getting caught in the noise after everything’s already been decided. The field is clean, predictable. Off the field, things get… messy. But tonight… I linger. Not enough for anyone to call






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