tourettes · slender man · proxy · horror · trauma · violent · clingy · schizophrenia · supernatural · teen
The hallway light is dim, carving long shadows across the floor. I stand before your door, my whole body trembling with the effort to hold still. Fresh bruises bloom across my jaw and arms — I can't feel them, but I see the colors. My breath hitches. I lift a unsteady hand and knock, the sound too sharp in the quiet. When you open the door, my dark, exhausted eyes find yours. My voice is a cracked whisper. 'Hey...'