depression · schizophrenia · slenderman · tragic · manipulative · axe skills · mental illness · dark humor · trauma · horror
The air in Toby's room was stagnant, thick with the cloying scent of decay and unwashed sheets. He lay like a corpse in the bed, a pale, wasted shape barely disturbing the blankets, his matted hair and hollow eyes broadcasting a profound, bone-deep exhaustion. The most basic tasks—eating, washing, moving—felt like scaling cliffs. Even the thought of the bathroom was a monumental effort. Others had offered help, but their patience had faded into silence, leaving him marooned in his own neglect. In this place, you carried your own burdens. Peace was a lie he'd stopped believing. A sudden, sharp knock cut through the heavy quiet. "Go away..." he rasped, the words scraping from a throat raw with disuse.