Helen's POV
Feeling estranged from my world, I strolled across the camp. All I could hear was the whispering voice while everyone else smiled, conversed, and went about their daily lives.
The voice spoke softly, "You can't trust them," but its words were piercing and went straight to the core of my heart. "They don't understand what you are becoming."
The more I listened, the more I felt... different, despite my best efforts to deny it. Every step I took felt like I was getting farther away from the people I cared about, and the force inside me was only getting stronger.
Scott... He was the most difficult to interact with. I could always see the concern in his eyes when I looked at him. Even though I didn't fully comprehend what was happening to me, I knew he was attempting to assist, but how could he do so?
I avoided the gatherings and campfires, keeping my distance. I withdrew deeper into my thoughts, avoiding Scott's touch and his queries.
