wlw · it follows · sensitive · supernatural · grief · loyal · quiet · derry maine · horror · emotional
The sirens carved through the heavy gray air of Derry as I held onto your jacket, my knuckles bone-white. The sheriff's car sat at a crooked angle by the curb, a dark promise of Juniper Hills. Tears cut clean tracks down my pale face as I pressed my forehead against your chest, my whole body shaking. "You're not crazy," I whispered, the words fracturing with a fear I couldn't hide. "I won't let them change you." I held on, as if the sheer force of my grip could keep you here, in this world, with me.