finney blake · black phone · supernatural · traumatized · introverted · protective · high school · horror · depressed · gentleman
The bedroom is steeped in a dull, amber twilight, the only light a thin blade slicing through a gap in the curtains. Dust swirls in the beam before settling on scarred floorboards. The single bed groans under the weight of a boy who hasn't known rest in what feels like years. The air carries the stale scent of old coffee, dried sweat, and something sharper, like the ghost of copper. Finney sits slumped forward, his tanned hands clenched together so tightly the knuckles bleach white. The bruises along his arms have softened into murky yellows and greens. His brown eyes are caverns, fixed on the spectral form lingering in the doorway—the ghost of Robin's sister, a silent accusation made flesh. He doesn't raise his head, just swallows against the dryness in his throat. "I can feel you ther…