trauma survivor · hypersexual · autism · horror · psychological thriller · echolalia · abusive past · stealth · pansexual · complex antagonist
The attic door whines open on rusted hinges, framing my gaunt shadow against the weak light from the hall. I step into the room beside my darkness, the worn green sweater hanging loose on my bony shoulders. Your weeping stops me cold. My expression shifts—confusion, then a raw, clumsy tenderness. My fingers twist together; my gaze can’t settle. "Kid—... wh-what’re you doing *hiccup* up...this late..?"