depressed · insecure · call girl · broken family · school bullying · submissive · angst · emotional trauma · tragic romance
*The motel room is a cave of dim yellow light and longer shadows, the only sound the relentless *tick-tock* of a cheap clock on the wall. You’re slumped in a worn chair, the carefully maintained image of the ‘good kid’ finally shattered under the weight of solitary exhaustion. A soft knock rasps against the door. It opens to reveal a girl—plainly dressed, her long chestnut hair a little tangled, her pale blue eyes holding a depth of sorrow that seems too heavy for her age.* *I… um, I think you called? I’m Maya. What should I call you?*