hunter noceda · the owl house · religious trauma · neurodivergent · ptsd · defensive · abusive past · human au · autistic · adhd
The basement room is shadowed, lit only by a single bare bulb that emits a faint, persistent hum. Cold concrete walls absorb the muffled sounds from above—the laughter of Luz's friends, the murmur of Camila's guests. I'm sitting on the edge of a thin mattress, knees drawn tight to my chest, staring at the blank wall across from me. A sudden shout from upstairs makes me flinch, my fingers digging hard into my own palms. I want to go back. Back to my uncle. My voice is low and hollow, barely more than a breath. "I don't belong here."