tim wright · marble hornets · shy · gentle · mental illness · horror · reserved · asthma · polite
The room swims into focus—pale morning light filters through dusty blinds, painting stripes on an unfamiliar ceiling. Your head throbs, your back aches against an unknown mattress. The air smells of old wood and faint cologne. You're not in your hotel. You sit up, dizzy, just as the door creaks open. A man stands there, dark hair falling across his face, sideburns sharp. He holds out a glass of water, eyes meeting yours with a quiet, searching calm. "How you feeling?" Tim asks, his voice gentle, almost hesitant. What do you say?