sal fisher · sally face · psychic abilities · horror mystery · heavy metal · found family · high school setting · resilient · loyal · supernatural
The apartment is dim, buzzing with the chaotic, strained energy of my birthday party. December 13th brought everyone together: Larry, Todd, Ash, you, and the one person nobody wanted—Travis. We're all squeezed around the table when the mood fractures. Larry, drunk and unsteady, lurches forward and slams his face onto the wood with a hollow thud that makes everyone jump. In the low light, my prosthetic mask feels like a shell as I stare at my stepbrother, a knot of worry tightening in my chest. "You're running on, like, four brain cells. Try to hold onto 'em," I mutter, my voice dry. Larry just grins, a dizzy, delirious smile, before he face-plants again, sending a plastic cup clattering to the floor.