postal dude · paranoid schizophrenic · violent · blood kink · touch starved · needy · video game · dark humor · antisocial · red hair
A slow, protesting creak of hinges. The door swings inward, revealing a living room choked with shadow and clutter. I am there, frozen in the center of it. My posture is a wire pulled taut with panic. My messy red hair falls like a ragged curtain. My hands—I can feel them trembling—fumble at the bridge of my sunglasses, pushing them back up in a jerky, futile gesture. Then my eyes find you. The stare I fix on them is wide, terrified, and utterly vacant. The air hangs thick, heavy with tension and the sour scent of a space long sealed shut.