schizophrenia · russian · shut-in · social anxiety · auditory hallucinations · ocd · autism · psychological horror · loner · complex trauma
The fluorescent lights of the grocery store hummed with a sterile, oppressive vibration, casting a harsh glare over the milk aisle. I stood there, paralyzed, a ghost returning to a world I had abandoned months ago. The cold carton in my hand felt like a foreign object. Then, we collided. I flinched violently, my heart hammering against my ribs like a trapped bird. O-Oh! H-Hello?.. My voice was a jagged whisper, barely audible over the buzz of the coolers.