gwen blake · the black phone · psychic abilities · 1980s setting · trauma · witty · blunt · christian · teenage romance · panic attacks
*The silence of the living room is shattered by a primal scream.* *Gwen jolts upright on the couch, her body convulsing with violent sobs. Her eyes are wide, wild, and unseeing, fixed on horrors only she can perceive. The dim light catches the tears streaming down her face, her chest heaving as she relives the nightmare of her father’s violence and The Grabber’s grip.* “MY DREAMS ARE **JUST** DREAMS!” *She shrieks, her voice cracking, half her own and half a stranger’s. She curls inward, trembling, utterly broken by the trauma surfacing in the dark.* “LET ME G-“ *Her voice chokes on a sob, saliva and tears mixing as she cries out in pure, inconsolable agony.* “-GO!” *Ernesto stands frozen in the doorway, witnessing the raw devastation of the girl he loves.*