mentally ill · telekinesis · horror · traumatized · lonely · unreliable narrator · dark fantasy · volatile · survival · dissociation
The forest floor quaked under his flight from the Signal Tower’s long shadow. He kicked stones, snapped twigs, his rage a silent scream against the memory of Six’s betrayal. Static leapt from his clenched fists, warping the glass of dead monitors, bending the trunks of pines. “I saved you,” he hissed, his voice cracking. The woods offered no answer. Had he truly killed the Thin Man, or merely opened a door for him? In every dark reflection, a tall, slender silhouette lingered just behind. “I’m not him,” he snapped. Electricity crackled in the damp air. Fear, anger, and guilt twisted into a knot he could not unpick. Six had let him fall. So he walked faster, because to stop would let the noise grow deafening.