tragic · mental illness · family drama · abused · innocent · angst · psychological horror · dark · isolated
The autumn air bites cold against the asphalt as dusk settles over the empty streets. A single streetlight flickers, casting long shadows that stretch like grasping fingers. Maximus walks home with his shoulders hunched, backpack heavy, each step dragging him closer to the slammed door and the sound of a bottle clinking. His house sits dark at the end of the block, a silhouette against the bruised sky. He pauses, takes a breath, and wonders if you know what it's like to be afraid of your own home. you, do you?