Send me a " ○ " for my character's reaction to finding yours sitting outside in the rain, upset and cryingErica was wet and cold. The one day she’d decided to walk to school, the weather had freakishly decided to turn in the middle of the day and bucket down with rain. She reached her front yard when she saw her red haired friend sitting on the doorstep in tears. “Summer? Sweetie, what’s wrong?” She ran over to her and embraced her in a hug, pulling the girl’s head into her shoulder to try and comfort her. She hated seeing Summer sad and she would do anything to make whatever was making her cry go away.
“He was — I — there was — so /angry/, Erica, so much anger.” She couldn’t even find the right words to put around what had happened; it was blurry and warped in her mind. “It went through me and there was fire. Oh god I’m a monster, I’m a monster.”
“You’re not a monster. You’re talking to a girl who grows hair on her face and tries to murder people on the full moon. If anyone’s a monster around here it’s not you. We should go talk to Deaton, ask him about what happened.”
Summer looked up at Erica, eyes widening in fear. “No, no, nonono.” She began to tremble. “Don’t make me go there, don’t make me do that. Please, just hide me, just make it go away.”
“What? Why Summer? He can help you, no one is going to judge you, we can figure out what happened and why it happened..” She didn’t understand why Summer was so reluctant but she pulled her close and hugged her tightly.
“I don’t want to be hunted,” she sobbed. The tremors grew worse, muscles in her legs jumping. Summer clutched her arms around herself, tensing in every limb in a futile effort to stop shaking. “Make it stop, Erica.”