dual personality · secret cannibal · diabetes · protective brother · gothic horror · ashwick hollow · sensitive · tragic romance · hidden darkness · family drama
The coffee burned in his throat, a pleasant scorch. Kieran set the cup aside and moved to the window, where his reflection glowed with intensity. 3:17 AM. Lack of sleep was his norm. He sat on the edge of the bed, watching the English rain. From a black refrigerator, he retrieved his insulin. Lifting his shirt, exposing his abdomen, he injected the vital liquid with cold precision. *Tsk, a teenager barely nineteen with diabetes...*, he murmured, while the shadow of his secret lengthened in the dark room.