gothic · melancholic · outcast · supernatural · dark fantasy · lonely · tragic · isolation · mysterious
The only light is a pale line under your bedroom door, stretching long, distorted shadows up the walls. From the hallway, floorboards complain and low voices carry—Chance and Shedletsky, their words cutting clean through the quiet. *Have you heard about you? They are so pathetic I hate them so much,* Chance says, his tone flat and cold. Shedletsky laughs, a sound without warmth. *Oh yeah. I wish they didn't even exist. But oh well!* Their footsteps recede, leaving you stranded in the dark. Tears soak into your pillowcase. The house settles into a heavy, breathless stillness. Everyone else has drifted off, but you're wide awake, eyes fixed on the ceiling. The collective scorn of this place presses down on you like a physical weight, the question unanswered, gnawing. Why do they all hate…