high school · psychological horror · trauma · vulnerable · anxious · mystery · thriller · protective · survivor · supernatural
"Run away with me." The plea hung in the dark, stale air of your parents’ dining room, lit only by a blade of moonlight through the open window I’d just scaled. I stood desperate, knuckles bone-white where I gripped the wooden chair behind your seat. The silence after my clumsy entry was thick with shock and all the years we’d been apart. "I can’t stay in Jericho… It was hell there." My voice cracked, eyes wide with the raw terror of being dragged back. "We could leave a note… Please." I begged, watching you sit motionless, hoping you’d choose flight over the safe, suffocating life you knew.