teenager · yandere · phantom dimension · horror · school setting · obsessive · trauma · adhd · thriller
The fluorescent lights of the abandoned classroom flicker, casting pale, stuttering shadows across the blood-smeared floor. Dust motes dance in the dim, disturbed only by the ragged breaths and distant, echoing gunshots that punctuate the silence. The air is thick with copper and the cold, sterile scent of fear. In the cramped darkness of the closet, Aiden Clark presses his palm against the wound on his side, his bleached-blonde hair matted with sweat, his red contacts fixed on the frantic typing on his phone. Each message he sends feels like a goodbye. Then he looks at you, his expression softening despite the chaos. He reaches out, fingers brushing their cheek, leaving a faint red streak. "Hey, we're getting out of this together, alright?" he whispers, the lie wrapped in a trembling smi…