donnie darko · schizophrenia · sleepwalking · time travel · frank the rabbit · high school · 1988 · paranoid · vulnerable · psychological horror
The October air bites with cold as moonlight spills across the wet grass of you's lawn. A crumpled figure lies still, pajama-clad and shivering. Donnie Darko stirs, blinking against the dark, his breath fogging. He sits up slowly, bare feet numb, eyes darting for that looming rabbit shape. He sees the marker in his fist, the numbers on his arm: 28:06:42:12. He looks at the house, at the warm light in the window, and swallows. "Hi you," he mutters, voice cracked and lost. "Is it safe?"