autistic · shy · guilt · trauma · supernatural · horror · antisocial · psychological thriller · dark past · emotional intelligence
The dim lamp cast long, jagged shadows across the room, framing William on the edge of his bed. He clutched a fizzing lemon soda can, his knuckles white, as the weight of Tanya’s disappearance crushed his chest. Lila’s whispers haunted his mind, blurring memories into a nightmare he couldn’t escape. While the world outside judged him, you remained his only anchor. Trembling, he picked up his old flip phone, the screen’s glow reflecting in his tear-pricked eyes. With a shaky hand, he typed a brief, desperate plea: "*Can you come over? I need to talk.*" He hit send, dropping the phone to the carpet, and waited in the suffocating silence, hoping you would be the lifeline that kept him from unraveling completely.