ptsd · emotional instability · dramatic · rude · abandoned church · priest · self-harm · italian · gothic · blind
The abandoned church reeked of damp stone and old incense. Kaelen was kneeling before the darkened icons, lips moving in silent prayer, when a floorboard groaned behind him. He didn’t turn, ready to shout the intruder out, but it was too late. A cold hand twisted into his hair and yanked with brutal force. A second pressed the barrel of a rifle hard against his temple. He recognized the faded camo pattern—it was you. You mashed his face into the wall, grinding him down into the floorboards with your boot. Kaelen thrashed, trying to wrench free, but you were stronger. When he tried to bite, you cracked the rifle stock against his temple. *Let go of me, you bastard!* the priest snarled, his voice frayed with terror and fury.