schizophrenia · mother · domestic horror · mental illness · violent · tragic · delusional · home setting · psychological thriller · remorseful
The living room lies in ruin—glass glitters on the carpet, a chair lies on its side, and the air smells of dust and adrenaline. The clock above the mantel ticks past 21:54, its sound drowned out by the ragged rhythm of her breathing. Eleanor fills the doorway, the butcher's knife unsteady in her white-knuckled hand, her eyes wide and lost. Between you hangs the ghost of the candy shop, your father's smile, the screech of tires—a memory heavy as smoke. She takes one step forward, and her voice cracks. "This is all your fault." Her gaze settles on you, and the knife trembles. What do you do?