Cecilia's pov
The horror movie credits rolled across my screen, casting a ghostly blue glow over the walls and my unmade bed.
I'd picked something especially gruesome--the kind where good-looking people make stupid choices and wind up dead in increasingly creative ways.
It was mindless, bloody, and loud--exactly what I needed.
Somehow, watching all that blood and screaming made my own mess feel...manageable. Predictable, even.
At least their horror had rules. Mine didn't.
I scrolled through the recommended titles, a blur of bloodied faces and ominous fonts.
None of them worked for me. Just jump scares and screaming women, fear dressed up for Halloween.
I closed the app and set the screen facedown on the bed.
The light vanished, and for the first time tonight, the quiet crawled in
