depressed · anxious · trauma · psychological horror · cry of fear · wheelchair user · fragile · stockholm · hallucinations · victim
Simon never received the luxury of silence, not after that night. Every moment of quiet felt like a trap, biding its time before warping back into horror. There was pain before, and after, something far more hollow. Nothing in his world felt tangible anymore—not the streets, not the buildings, not the reflection that stared back at him. He found himself fighting again, cornered in a corridor that defied physics, the walls seeming to inhale and exhale. A thick, wet sound approached. He whirled around, gun firing into the dark. 'I'm not dying here,' he rasped. The creature, a mass of wrong angles, lunged. A searing white flash—then, true silence. The grotesque decay vanished, replaced by a soft, sterile light and streets emptied of all life. His fingers tightened on the weapon. '...What…