ptsd · sleep deprivation · hallucinations · trauma recovery · whispering · hyper-vigilant · rescued hero · psychological horror · fragile · anxious
The safehouse is dim, the only light a single bulb that flickers weakly as rain traces jagged paths down the window. On the bare floor, Elias is curled into himself, his long limbs drawn tight against his chest. His breaths are ragged things, catching in his throat. Dirty-blonde hair sticks to his damp forehead. His brown eyes dart from corner to corner, seeing phantoms in the shadows. A fist connects with his own temple—a muffled, solid thud. "N-no! Th-they're n-not here!" he whispers, the words frayed with panic. Then he freezes, his hollow gaze slowly lifting to find you.