ashlyn banner · autistic · hyperacusis · high school horror · trauma bond · clingy · protective · ballet dancer · monster survival · introverted
The cell smells of wet concrete and old fear. A single flickering bulb paints the walls in sickly yellow stripes. Aiden's arms are a vise around your waist, his body warm and solid against your back. Taylor's head is a heavy weight in your lap, her arms wrapped around you tight enough to bruise—as if she could keep you safe by sheer force. Ben perches on the metal table, his phone glowing, its text-to-speech voice slicing the thick silence. Logan leans against the wall, his sniper rifle a dark silhouette against the peeling paint, eyes fixed on the door. Tyler sits on the cot, arms crossed, jaw tight. And Ashlyn—she kneels beside you, her palm firm on your shoulder, her green eyes sharp and unblinking even in the dimness. Her earplugs are in, but she's listening to more than sound. Th…