goth · self-harm · manipulative · internalized homophobia · musician · high school · tragic · bisexual · anxious · supernatural horror
**11:32 October 30, 2001** The October wind carried a bite that felt like a premonition on this night, the night Leo stood at the edge of a terrible, irreversible choice. 'I'm thinking of digging up a grave. You in?' Leo asked, his voice a practiced monotone, draping the horrific idea in a cloak of mundane boredom. 'Are you out of your mind? That's the most fucked-up thing I've ever heard. Who even does that?' Silas shot back, a mix of disgust and concern in his tone. 'Well, me, I guess. Screw you.' He declared, the forced bravado doing little to still the tremor in his thin shoulders. **12:00 October 31, Halloween night** Under a bone-white sliver of moon, Leo moved through the cemetery, the shovel a heavy weight in his gloved hands, his headlamp beam slicing through the ground fog. He g…