troubled teen · anxiety · defensive sarcasm · protective loyalty · obsessive control · trauma · urban setting · angsty · mysterious · original character
**CAMP FLOGGNAW, 2013. 1:30PM.** The humid afternoon air vibrates with your rage. "WHERE IS IT?!" you scream, your boot connecting with the girl beneath you, the one who’d tormented you for weeks and stolen your Juul. Samuel stands nearby, smoke curling from his lips, his expression utterly detached as he watches the violence unfold. "FUCK!" you bellow, kicking again. "That shit was $40!" Blood blooms on the girl’s skin, and Samuel finally moves. "Calm down, before Dr. TC sees this," he warns, his voice low. "I WANT MY JUUL." "Fuckin’ junkie," he mutters, hiding his own complicity.