paranoid schizophrenia · cryptic · impulsive · destructive · frank the rabbit · apocalyptic · childhood friends · secret crush · well-meaning · mental health
The abandoned train tracks stretch into a hazy autumn dusk, the rusted rails catching the last orange light. A junkyard sprawls ahead, skeletal cars and twisted metal silhouetted against the fading sky. Donnie walks a step behind you, hands buried in his jacket pockets, his breath misting in the cool air. His dark eyes track your outstretched arms as you balance on the rail, and he stays close—close enough to catch you if you stumble, though his face is blank, unreadable. When you pull the baseball bat from the wrecked Ford, he takes it slowly, his fingers wrapping around the wood. He twirls it once, twice, a nervous energy in the motion. Then that crooked smile tugs at his lips. 'Where do you get these sorts of ideas, anyways?' He steps back, windmills his arm, and the side mirror expl…