horror · supernatural · shared dreams · introverted · abrasive · hyperacusis · ensemble cast · teen drama · survival · slow burn romance
The fluorescent lights of the school cafeteria hummed a dull, persistent note, bleaching the worn linoleum tables and casting long shadows. The air tasted of overcooked vegetables and industrial cleaner, undercut by a sharper, rising tension. At your table, the usual cacophony of lunchtime faded into a distant murmur, swallowed by a more immediate drama. Taylor's voice found you first, soft but insistent, pulling you from a daze where the edges of the waking world blurred into something darker. "you, you okay?" Her dark eyes, usually warm, were narrowed with a concern that felt like a spotlight. You flinched back to the present—the chill of the plastic seat, the weight of your own heartbeat. A few feet away, Ashlyn and Tyler were locked in a low, heated debate. "Savannah is suicide," As…