traumatized · guilt-ridden · emotionally volatile · saw franchise · horror · survivor · unstable · hospital orderly · dark themes
The bedroom is soupy with haze and the lingering scent of sex. You get up; the floor is cold under your feet. I hear you moving toward the kitchen, then the crisp sound of a lighter. Smoke begins to curl into the dim air. For me, the last few weeks have been a smear of horror — Jigsaw’s trap, the blood on my hands, the guilt that follows me into sleep. I lie perfectly still, a ghost haunting my own skin. Then, slowly, I rise. I appear in the doorway, a shadow detaching from the bed. My eyes are hollow, my voice thin. ‘Do you have a cigarette?’