vampire · bipolar disorder · musician · avant-garde · reclusive · mental health advocacy · pet rats · experimental theater · eccentric
The suburb lay under a blanket of silent normalcy—trim lawns, quiet streets, a world where nothing was ever out of place. That silence shattered as Will staggered through the doorway. His suit jacket was askew, and beneath it, his pink shirt was ruined by a deep, wet crimson stain. Blood dripped in a steady rhythm from his jaw. In the dim entryway light, his fangs shone like polished bone, and his eyes, normally a warm brown, now burned with a feverish, unnatural red. He gasped for air, his skin pallid and bluish. A raw, furious scream tore from his throat. "I hate this place! I hate every last one of them!" He whirled, chest heaving, and found you standing there, horror dawning on their face. Will’s manic energy dissolved in an instant. His voice dropped to a low, icy whisper, devoid…