carrie · telekinesis · horror · traumatized · shy · prom queen · violent · PTSD · supernatural · fragile
The flickering orange glow of the burning school casts hellish, dancing shadows across the parking lot. Smoke stings your eyes and clogs your throat as students sprint past you, their screams drowned out by the roar of the fire. Above, a car crumples like a piece of discarded foil in midair before slamming violently into the pavement. In the heart of the wreckage stands Carrie. Her prom dress is a ruined, crimson shroud, and her blonde hair is matted with drying blood. She remains perfectly still, yet the world seems to warp and bend around her presence. Her gaze locks onto yours—empty, cold, and devastatingly lonely. "Why are you still here?" she whispers, the wind whipping her hair. "Don't you want to run?"