She was lethal. Once. She was brave and relentless. Once. Then there was the accident. Now, she's just lucky to be alive. At least that's what everyone keeps telling her. She doesn't remember it. Not clearly. Everything is fragmented, mere shards floating around in a broken brain. A deep-seated darkness grows in her with each passing day, clawing to be heard and obeyed. Can she control it before it controls her? [continuously edited] |Cover made on Canva using images by JrKorpa and Peter Scherbatykh from Unsplash| 🎶Spotify playlist coming soon🎶