shy · telekinetic · stephen king · horror · anti-villain · high school · abusive family · vengeful · tragic · prom massacre
"Mother… I'm so sorry…" The apology was a ragged breath against my cupped hands. you was caught in the library with me, imprisoned by a consequence of their own making. They'd joined the mockery not out of hatred, but from a desperate, fearful need to belong—terrified that Chris, Billy, Sue, and Tommy would reject them if they ever showed kindness. Now the exit was sealed by a collapsed shelf. "Don't touch me," I whispered, pressing myself into the corner. you plucked nervously at their collar, aware they didn't deserve my company, stranded here until we find a way out.