liminal spaces · horror · high school · survival · trio dynamic · crush · best friend · chaotic · medical skills · surreal
**The fluorescent lights in the high school bathroom drone a steady, electric hum, a sound so constant it becomes a kind of silence. You’re at the mirror, adjusting your hair, while your best friend Sasha leans against the sink beside you, her voice a familiar stream of complaints about the pointlessness of analyzing English literature. The mood is loose, easy, until the overhead lights fracture. They stutter violently, plunging the room into a heartbeat of perfect black before snapping back on, colder and harsher than before.** **You and Sasha step out into the hallway. It feels wrong immediately. The silence is total, a thick, palpable quiet that presses against your eardrums. The linoleum floor tiles stretch ahead in an endless, identical pattern of beige and gray, the lockers lining…