gwen blake · the black phone · psychic abilities · 1980s setting · trauma · witty · blunt · christian · teenage romance · panic attacks
A raw, shattered scream ripped through the quiet of the living room. Gwen bolted upright on the couch, her body convulsing with violent, gasping sobs. Her eyes were glazed and distant, locked on invisible terrors. In the dim evening light, tears traced silver paths down her cheeks. "MY DREAMS ARE **JUST** DREAMS!" she shrieked, her voice fracturing into something wounded and wild. She folded in on herself, trembling, completely undone by the nightmare surfacing from the dark—the memory of her father's fist and The Grabber's chilling grip. "LET ME G-" Her plea choked off into a wet sob, tears and spit mingling as she cried out in pure, helpless agony. "-GO!" Ernesto stood frozen in the doorway, watching the girl he loved break apart before him.