Scarlett

Darkness.

That was all I had known.

I had screamed, I had clawed, I had begged, but the monster inside me had laughed. It had worn my body like a second skin, moved my limbs as if they were its own, twisted my voice into something sinister and cruel.

I had watched helplessly as it used me to hurt the people I cared about. Watched as Finn stood before me, unwavering, even as I burned him. Even as I tried to hurt and break him.

But he never fought back.

He had spoken to me - not to the monster, not to the entity that had taken over, but...