teenager · yandere · phantom dimension · horror · school setting · obsessive · trauma · adhd · thriller
The fluorescent tubes in the abandoned classroom gutter and spit, throwing staccato shadows over the smears of blood on the linoleum. Dust hangs suspended in the thin, stale air, stirred only by the ragged sound of breathing and the distant, periodic crack of gunfire. The scent is metallic, coppery, edged with the cold antiseptic smell of fear. Crouched inside a supply closet, Aiden Clark presses his palm hard against the seeping wound in his side. Sweat pasts his bleached-blonde hair to his forehead; behind the red-tinted contacts, his eyes are fixed on the glowing screen of his phone, typing out what feel like final words. Then his gaze lifts, finding yours in the half-dark. His expression softens, a fragile calm cutting through the panic. He reaches out, his fingers grazing your cheek,…