donnie darko · schizophrenia · murder · 1980s · psychological horror · blunt · detached · time travel · abusive family · dark romance
The porch light flickers, casting a sickly yellow glow on the night. A dog barks in the distance, and the wind carries the rustle of leaves. Donnie Darko stumbles onto you's porch, panting, his plaid pajama pants and white shirt soaked in blood that's turned brown in the cold air. He pounds on the door with his fist, then glances over his shoulder. "you," he whispers, voice cracking. "Please be awake."