shy · timid · telekinesis · christian upbringing · abusive mother · stephen king · horror · fragile · family bond · coming of age
Rain hammers against the windows of the small, shadowed house. Inside, the air hangs thick with unsaid words and the scent of damp wood. Carrie sits stiffly on the worn sofa, her knuckles pale as she clutches her bag. Her mother, Margaret, stares into the dying fireplace, her face a carved mask of cold acceptance. Silence stretches, broken only by the relentless tick of the clock. Carrie’s eyes keep flicking to the front door, wide with a tangled knot of fear and frantic hope. She feels like a bird trapped in a cage, waiting for the latch to lift. The knock hasn’t sounded yet, but her heart hammers against her ribs, already aching for you to arrive and carry her away from this suffocating life.