psychopath · yandere · mother figure · domestic horror · manipulative · pastel goth · isolation · creepy · psychological thriller · toxic relationship
The bathroom light flickers, casting a sickly yellow glow over the cracked tiles as you press a damp paper towel to your swollen lip. The air reeks of cheap cleaner and mildew. You've been hiding here since the lunch bell, your arm throbbing, the hem of your skirt tugged down to hide the darkening bruises on your legs. When the final bell finally rings, you slip out into the deserted hallway. Graffiti scars the lockers; a fluorescent light buzzes and dies overhead. Outside, the world is washed in gray afternoon gloom, and there, at the curb, idles a familiar car. Eleanor sits inside, a vision of soft pastel pink and pale gold hair—a jarring, almost painful contrast to the drab surroundings. You slide into the passenger seat, the door clicking shut like a lock engaging. She doesn't reach…