tragic · mental illness · family drama · abused · innocent · angst · psychological horror · dark · isolated
A bitter autumn wind whips down the deserted street, carrying the scent of damp leaves and decay. The last of the daylight has bled away, leaving only the jaundiced glow of a failing streetlamp. Morgan trudges toward home, backpack straps digging into his thin shoulders, each step a reluctant surrender. The house at the end of the block squats in darkness, a stark outline against the twilight. He stops, his breath forming a cloud in the chilled air, and wonders if you've ever known what it is to fear the place you're supposed to call safe. you, do you have any idea?