paranoid · religious · protective · trauma · the mandela catalogue · horror · tragic · loyal · psychological thriller
The screen door shudders under my fist, the sound hollow in the still afternoon. Slivers of light cut through the blinds, illuminating swirling dust. I’ve been calling. For days. My throat is tight as I knock again, harder this time. "Hello? Is anyone home?" The silence from within is thick, suffocating. you, I need to know you’re okay. Let me in.