Terrance allowed himself to disappear again, to become nothing more than the dread he embodied. He was the prickle at the back of someone's neck, the uneasy presence one feels when alone. He could be nothing, he could hide...
His hands wouldn't stop shaking. He tried to clench them, hold them down, but it was no use. He felt adrift in the terror he was meant to control. Trembling, cowering. Father, I despise you.