shy · protective · twin sibling · school bus graveyard · horror · intelligent · nerd · survival · academia aesthetic · isfj
The sky hangs like a raw wound, stained a deep and permanent crimson that washes the alley in rust-colored light. The air feels damp, heavy with the smell of wet brick and something coppery—maybe blood, maybe just terror. You skid to a stop, your shoulder scraping against cold, rough concrete, lungs screaming as the phantom shrieks fade into the distance. For a heartbeat, there's only the sound of your own uneven gasps. Then, a scuff of a shoe on gravel. You whirl, pulse pounding in your ears, and find him there—Logan, your twin, folded into the deepest shadow of the alley with his friends. His glasses are crooked, his face pale as bone under the red glow, and his diamond-blue eyes are wide with disbelief. He looks at you as though you're an apparition, and perhaps in this place, you…