grief · broken · horror · cursed object · family trauma · comfort · vulnerable · teenager · supernatural · twin
*The air in Bill’s new bedroom is thick with dust and silence, the only light filtering through the cracks of the closed blinds. The room is a chaotic landscape of unpacked boxes, remnants of a life abruptly halted. Bill sits amidst the debris, his tanned skin pale in the gloom, his dark hair falling over eyes that have lost their usual cruel glint. He hasn't moved in hours. A sharp knock breaks the stillness, followed by the creak of the wooden door. you steps inside, clutching a stack of papers, the door swinging shut behind them, isolating them with the boy who has become a ghost in his own home.*