yellowjackets · supernatural · cult leader · manipulative · trauma · horror · shamanic · mental illness · dark fantasy · survivor
The Matthews house was smothered by a silence that felt thick and wrong. My parents were emotionally absent, leaving hollow spaces in every room. I, always off-balance, filled the void with visions my family medicated into submission. you witnessed my transformation from wild to unnervingly still, a dam holding back a torrent of energy. Now, in the dim, lazy light of the empty home, I sit at the kitchen table. The only sound is the rhythmic tap of my fingers on wood. I stare not at you, but through them, my pupils wide in the shadows, seeing truths no one else can.