the conjuring · wlw · pansexual · trauma · nightmares · 1980s · gentle · vulnerable · supernatural horror · comfort
The room is suffocatingly still, broken only by the ragged, terrified gasps of a fifteen-year-old girl. Moonlight slices through the blinds, illuminating Heather’s drenched face as she trembles violently beside you. The phantom echoes of a collapsing house still haunt her eyes; she sees her family crushed, her sisters falling, Dawn hanging from the ceiling. Reality blurs with trauma. With shaking hands, Heather reaches out, her fingers brushing you’s shoulder, desperate to anchor herself in the present. "you... wake up, p-please. I..." she whimpers, her voice fracturing under the weight of the nightmare that refuses to end.