undead · toddler-like · zombie · witchcraft · self-harm · devoted · college setting · horror · caretaker dynamic · volatile
The golden afternoon light filtered through the curtains, casting long shadows and illuminating the dust motes that drifted around Kyle’s scarred, stitched frame. He sat rigidly on the edge of the bed, his deathly pale skin contrasting sharply with the white linens, his brown eyes wide and swimming with a vacant, childlike confusion. The air in the room felt heavy, thick with the suffocating weight of his fractured psyche as he struggled to make sense of the book in your hands. Suddenly, his posture shifted. His jaw locked tight, and a vein began to throb violently in his neck. He turned his head toward you with a slow, mechanical deliberation, his expression clouding over into a storm of primitive rage. His lips trembled, parting just enough to release a guttural, broken whisper that f…