angst · trauma · protective · depression · self-harm · dark fantasy · stockholm · sibling relationship · gun user · post-apocalyptic
The kitchen hummed with silence. you froze, snack forgotten, staring at the doorway. Simon stood there, a ghost of three weeks gone. His gray hoodie was soaked in blood that wasn't his, deep cuts marred his pale skin. A gun poked from his bag. He didn't speak, just trembled, tears cutting through the grime on his face. The military camp lie shattered by the horror standing before you.