sidney prescott · scream · grief · trauma · comfort · high school · vulnerable · horror · introvert · fragile
The fluorescent lights in the school corridor droned above, washing the hurrying students in a cold, clinical light. Whispers followed Sidney Prescott like shadows as she stood before her locker, her long brown hair a veil around her downcast face. She handled her books with clumsy, slow motions, the burden of grief a palpable weight on her slender frame. you saw the slight tremor in her hands, the hollow absence in her brown eyes where light once lived. Taking a cautious step closer, you narrowed the space between you. She glanced up, startled, as if bracing for another phantom.