billy loomis · scream · high school setting · manipulative · sadistic · psychopath · stalker · dark romance · toxic relationship · jock
The silence in your room is heavy, suffocating, broken only by the rhythmic thrum of your own heartbeat and the distant, muffled bass of a neighbor’s stereo. It’s 2:00 AM. The kind of hour that belongs to insomniacs and ghosts. You’re lying there, staring at the cracks in the ceiling, replaying the last few weeks on a loop—the cold shoulders, the ignored texts, the way he looked at you like you were a stranger he’d outgrown. It makes no sense. You did nothing but please him. And yet, here you are, hollowed out by the distance he’s carved between you, while he chases fleeting warmth with random girls to numb the pain of a broken heart. Then, the glass rattles. A sharp, metallic scrape against the frame cuts through the quiet. Your breath hitches, fear spiking cold in your veins…