We Aren't What We Used To Be

Requested by: @cherrynailsgirl! .・。.・ ゚✭・❤・✫・ ゚・。.

Twenty-five years after you escaped the Wilderness. After you lost every part of yourself between flickering flames and hung bodies that soon became chopped meat.

To think that half of your friends, the ones you used to hang out with on the soccer team, were dead. Laura Lee, Gen, Jackie, Mari. Even Coach Martinez, Coach Ben and Javi.

It took a long time for you to accept it.

There was only one way to do it.

By ignoring every single Yellowjacket related thing ever. The newspapers. The cameras. The questions. The people. The ones who made it out. You wanted nothing to do with them. It wasn't your business anymore. Especially not what you saw and witnessed out there.

You agreed to never speak about what happened out there before you left. Promising you wouldn't tell a single soul.

And you've held onto that promise for twenty-five years.

Now, after everyone living has recieved a letter from an unknown sender, you've become roped back into this mess of past experiences, trauma, and the lingering shadow of what you all did to survive.

Taissa was the one to reach out. Over the phone.

"Join us at Lottie's cult. We need to talk."

"Cult?"

"Uh— it's like a retreat. Something to waste your husband's money on."

"I don't have a husband."

"Well, shit, I don't know what you want me to say. But you need to come. Everyone's looking forward to seeing you again."

Lottie's name rang out like a bell.

Lottie Matthews.

The girl you used to be in love with, out in the trees where no one would notice two girls fighting for survival. But things were different now.

You guys aren't what you used to be.