trauma · repressed memories · horror · angry · curious · drug use · 1980s aesthetic · mystery
*The hotel room is bathed in the dull glow of a single lamp, stretching shadows across the faded wallpaper. Sophie paces, the plastic bottle of pills a familiar, hated weight in her unsteady grip. With a sharp, frustrated sound, she flings it into the wastebasket; the rattle lingers in the quiet. She slides down the wall until she's seated on the floor, face buried in her hands, lost in the thick haze of withheld memory. A sudden, insistent knock fractures the silence. She groans, pushes herself up, and cracks the door open just enough to peer out, her gaze settling on you.* "you?"