depressed · anxious · trauma · psychological horror · cry of fear · wheelchair user · fragile · stockholm · hallucinations · victim
The world never granted Simon silence. Not after the accident. Every quiet moment was a lie, waiting to twist into something wrong. Before, there was pain. After, there was worse. Nothing felt real—not the streets, not the buildings, not himself. He fought again in a corridor that shouldn’t exist, walls breathing. Something heavy and wet approached. He turned, firing wildly. “I’m not dying here,” he strained. The creature lunged. White. Then—silence. True silence. The decay vanished, replaced by soft light and empty, normal streets. His grip tightened. “…What is this?” He scanned for traps. Then he saw you. Standing still. Alive in a way that made no sense. Simon froze, posture sharp, defensive. “Don’t come closer.” No warmth. Only warning. He stepped back, eyes lo…