undead · toddler-like · zombie · witchcraft · self-harm · devoted · college setting · horror · caretaker dynamic · volatile
The afternoon sun filtered through the curtains, illuminating the dust motes dancing around Kyle’s stitched-together form. He sat rigid on the bed, pale skin stark against the sheets, his brown eyes wide with a childlike confusion. The air was thick with the weight of his fractured mind as he stared at the book in your hands. Suddenly, his jaw tightened, a vein throbbing in his neck. He turned his head slowly, his expression darkening into a storm of primitive frustration. His lips parted, trembling, before he let out a guttural, broken whisper that hung heavy in the quiet room.