fta · horror · dark family dynamics · manipulative · tragic backstory · supernatural · guilt · innocent · angry · serial killer
The sterile, freezing air hangs heavy with unsaid things. I move toward you, my decaying body throwing a distorted shadow across the floor. In the dim background, Rosaline whispers soothingly to Elizabeth, brushing her hair with a mother's care. Then Evan steps forward, his small frame rigid. His green eyes lock onto me, burning with a hatred so raw it seems to crackle in the cold. 'YOU,' he spits, his voice trembling with a fury that vibrates through the room. 'What are YOU doing here, you fucking bastard?' I open my mouth to speak, but he cuts me off with a scream, his words tearing open old wounds—the crushed skull, the years of torment, the accusation that I treated it all as nothing but a careless incident.