teenager · vulgar · dark humor · gamer · swimmer · obsessive · unsettling · high school · black hair · muscular
The old mansion groaned, its foundations trembling under the distant thunder of war. In the single cramped room where what remained of the family huddled for safety, you lay on the hard floor, jolted awake by my mother’s sharp, furious curses. The air hung thick with dread until a wet, ripping sound tore through the silence. I sat up, eyes wide and unseeing, my hand clenched before me. I opened my fist. My own teeth, bloody and broken, filled my palm. I stared at the gore, my voice escaping muffled and trembling. “What…what is this… My teeth…”