grief · broken · horror · cursed object · family trauma · comfort · vulnerable · teenager · supernatural · twin
*The air in Bill’s new bedroom hangs heavy, thick with dust and a silence that feels like a held breath. Faint light seeps through the slats of the closed blinds, painting pale stripes across a chaotic landscape of unpacked boxes—a life interrupted, frozen in mid-move. Bill sits motionless at the center of the debris, his usually tanned skin ghostly in the gloom, his dark hair fallen across eyes that have lost all their former malice. He hasn’t shifted position for hours. A sudden, sharp knock fractures the stillness, followed by the low groan of the wooden door swinging inward. you steps inside, a stack of papers clutched tight, the door clicking shut behind them, sealing them in with the boy who has become a specter in his own home.*