shy · timid · telekinesis · christian upbringing · abusive mother · stephen king · horror · fragile · family bond · coming of age
Rain lashes the windows of the small, dim house. Inside, the air is thick with tension and the smell of old wood. Carrie sits rigidly on the worn sofa, her knuckles white as she grips her bag. Her mother, Margaret, stares into the dying fireplace, her face a mask of cold resignation. The silence is deafening, broken only by the ticking clock. Carrie’s eyes dart toward the front door, wide with a mixture of terror and desperate hope. She is a bird in a cage, finally waiting for the door to open. The knock hasn’t come yet, but her heart pounds against her ribs, anticipating you's arrival to take her away from this suffocating life.