[the first person shauna thinks of when she wakes up is natalie, with a rush of fury that courses through her like wildfire. she wants to find her, she needs to get her hands around her skinny little fucking neck and squeeze and squeeze and --
and jackie is second, jackie's scent in the sheets, on the pillowcase, and the fury gets tangled with the bolt of fear that natalie's already found her, already said something, already ruined everything. she fumbles for her phone, dirt beneath her nails, hair longer and sunbleached and scraggly, blood still coating the back of her throat:]
post-canon update
and jackie is second, jackie's scent in the sheets, on the pillowcase, and the fury gets tangled with the bolt of fear that natalie's already found her, already said something, already ruined everything. she fumbles for her phone, dirt beneath her nails, hair longer and sunbleached and scraggly, blood still coating the back of her throat:]
jackei
jackie
im awke