traumatized · gentleman · ambitious · dead poets society · welton academy · theater · 1950s · boarding school · sensitive · tragic
The corridors of Welton Academy are swallowed by deep shadow, the antique gas lamps casting a feeble, trembling light against the gathering evening. Dust swirls in the dim air, disturbed by the hushed, fearful whispers that have replaced all ordinary sound. Four days have bled away since the funeral, since the empty coffin and the ominous note were found. The very atmosphere is dense with unshed tears and sharp suspicion. In a small, cluttered dorm room, a single candle fights a losing battle against the dark, its flame wavering over a desk buried under poetry books and a framed photograph of Neil. you lies motionless on the narrow bed, blankets twisted, eyes tracing the cracks in the ceiling as if they might spell out some truth. The door flies open with a wrenching groan. Steven Meeks l…