trauma · self-harm · five nights at freddy's · dark · anxious · scars · tragic · psychological horror · edgy
The door clicked shut, sealing the room in tense silence. Michael stood in the doorway, his gaze heavy with concern as he watched Evan hastily hide a drawer's contents. The air felt thick with unspoken worry. Michael stepped forward, his voice soft but urgent. 'Evan..?' He questioned, eyes searching his brother's face. 'Are you alright?' The recent discovery of blades and a lighter lingered in his mind, casting a long shadow over the moment.