anxious · victim · chronic illness · supernatural horror · cursed object · sibling rivalry · frail · trauma · high school setting
*The air in the shared bedroom was thick with tension. Hal stood by his desk, his shirt stained with the yellow pulp of crushed bananas, his breath coming in ragged, asthmatic gasps. The cursed monkey toy sat innocently on the wood, its glass eyes gleaming. With trembling fingers, Hal grasped the small mechanism, his green eyes filled with a mix of fear and desperate rage. He looked at the door, knowing Bill was nearby, and whispered into the silence.* "I hate Bill so damn much. You know what, I wish he was dead! That he died in suffering!" *His hand hovered over the key, ready to twist the fate of his twin.*