Renna Rose Lancaster is the girl people stare at like she belongs in a glass case, a life airbrushed into unattainable perfection.
But Renna knows her life is nothing but a golden prison coated in pretty lies that keep her muted and small.
Her day...
"Beneath moon-bled sheets and noonday hush, She burned with a heat no chapel could crush- The air still stung of something wild, Where fire had danced, and time beguiled.
Unwed hands that dared to roam, Now cradle roots that call her home. His breath still clings to where he sowed, The pulse of gods in veins bestowed.
A secret swell, a siren's tide, Where innocence and ache collide. Her haven hums with stars and ache, The fruit of love no vow could fake.
No blood was shed, but life was spilled, A garden cracked, a vessel filled. What grows in her, they'll never see- Until it cries from mystery."
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A hundred thoughts. A thousand. No-more than that. A million. A zillion.
They were crashing into each other, overlapping, tangling into knots so tight I couldn't breathe. The car moved smoothly through Glasgow's roads, but inside my chest, everything was chaotic, erratic, spiraling out of control. Everything inside me was locked in place, frozen in some nightmare I hadn't woken up from.
Four weeks. Four. Whole. Weeks.
My fingers dug into my lap, twisting the fabric of my skirt as I stared out the window, but I wasn't seeing anything.
No. This wasn't happening. It couldn't be happening.
I had never been late before. Not once. My cycle was as regular as the morning sun, coming and going with the kind of precision I had always taken for granted.
And now, it was just... missing. Disappeared. Gone.
Oh God. No. No, no, no.
The sickening weight of realization pressed down on me, making it impossible to sit still. My palms were damp. My stomach twisted, nausea rolling over me in waves.
I felt sick.
A shaky breath left me, barely making it past my lips.
If I was pregnant-
I couldn't even say it. The word alone felt like it would shatter me.
I could already hear daddy's voice in my head.
"Renna Rose Lancaster, do you have any idea what you've done?"
The disappointment. He would look at me like I wasn't his little girl anymore.
No. I needed to be rational. Logical.
I couldn't lose my mind over a missed period. Maybe it was just late. Maybe my body was just adjusting to the travel, the stress.
A sharp turn jolts me upright. I blink, disoriented, before realizing we're approaching campus.
I pressed my hands against my face, my nails digging into my skin.
