Forced Open: It didn't break in, it found the cracks in her
You don't always notice the first time something breaks inside you.
Sometimes, it's a shiver mistaken for cold. A dream you forget before waking, but it leaves something behind, clinging to the walls of your chest. Sometimes, it's a door left open that you know you closed.
Cara Levant wasn't afraid of the dark, not really.
She was afraid of what followed her into the light.
It started quietly. Always does. A breath in her ear when no one was there. Her name whispered from across a crowded room, only no one had spoken. The feeling of being watched so precisely it made her sick - not just seen, but studied, as if someone or something were learning her inch by inch, like a new language.
At first, she questioned herself. Trauma makes the mind fold on itself like spoiled paper. But then bruises began. The missing time. The voice that wasn't hers but still used her mouth when she was alone. A hunger that was not hers, but lived inside her, pushing.
Whatever it was, it didn't want to kill her.
It wanted inside her.
Science offered no answers, and faith only fed its hunger. And every time she cried out, it learned her better.
Cara believed she was enduring it.
She didn't yet understand-it was shaping her.
Preparing her for something it had no intention of sharing.
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