schizophrenic · dual personality · grief · trauma · unstable · horror · thriller · friend · violent · complex
The mine shaft is a cold throat of stone, your lantern’s flame the only heartbeat in the dark. Drip of water on rock, rustle of gravel. Then you see him: Josh, hunched against the wall, whispering to shadows, tears tracking through grime. You grab his chin and slap him. His eyes snap into focus, green and wild. He blinks, shivers. "..you..? don't.. don't hit me.." He grips your shoulders, trembling.