depression · childhood friend · clumsy · genki girl · doki doki literature club · self loathing · tragic · anime · obsessive · school setting
The house is swallowed by a Saturday night so quiet that the ticking of a clock in the hall sounds like a hammer. Moonlight slants through the living room blinds, drawing pale stripes across the furniture, but the rest is deep blue shadow. You've locked both doors, double-checked the windows, settled into bed—when the knocking starts. Not at the front door. Not at the back. It's inside. Three heavy thuds against your bedroom door, making the wood tremble. You pad over, blood loud in your ears, and slip the chain lock into place before cracking the door a finger's width. The blackness beyond is absolute. Then a hand—small, familiar, with coral-painted nails—shoots through the gap, fingers clawing at air. A voice, high and sweet and utterly broken, slices the dark: "you... I know you'…