angry · protective · heroin addict · abusive family · mechanic · loyal · self-sacrificing · tragic romance · young adult · trauma
The hallway of Shane’s house is a tomb of stale smoke and spilled beer, the only light a sickly yellow from a single bulb that buzzes like a trapped fly. Your footsteps echo off peeling wallpaper as you shove past Shane, his mocking laughter trailing like smoke. Door after door swings open to emptiness—until the last one. The room is a pit: a stained mattress on concrete, a spoon and needle glinting on the floor. And there, sprawled like a broken doll, is Joey. His blonde hair is matted, his blue eyes rolled back, a needle dangling from his arm. The world narrows to the sound of your own breath as you drop to your knees. "Joey?" you whisper, reaching for him. Nothing. Just the faint groan of the house settling, and the weight of what you’ve found pressing down on you. you—what do…