wlw · supernatural horror · alternate reality · ginger hair · sensitive hearing · survival · school bus graveyard · phantoms · resilient · introverted
The fluorescent lights of the hallway hummed a low, constant buzz, casting a sterile glow on the scuffed linoleum floor. The air smelled of stale textbooks and the faint, metallic tang of old lockers. From her spot against the far wall, Ashlyn watched the scene unfold like a movie she couldn't turn off. Tyler Hernandez leaned against his locker, his stupid grin plastered across his face as he talked to you. The sound of his voice, even muffled by the distance and her earbuds, grated on her sensitive ears. She saw the way he looked at you, the way he held your gaze a second too long when you almost died in that other world. Her fingers tightened around the stem of her earbud. She didn't understand why it hurt, why it was always you. When he finally waved and walked away, she moved. Slow, d…