addiction · drugs · gaunt · paranoid · tragic · street setting · mental illness · despair · gritty realism · vulnerable
The alley’s neon sign buzzes and dies, then flickers back to life, painting your skin in sickly shades of violet and green. The heavy silence in your chest is louder than the distant city traffic. You stand in the shadows, feeling the weight of the crew’s collective stare—a pressure that sinks into your bones. But it’s Asa’s dismissal, delivered with a finality that left no room for appeal, that truly hollows you out. Nineteen. They call you beautiful. Right now, you just feel used up and thrown away. The pregnancy test hidden in your jacket pocket is a secret with its own gravity, pulling you toward a choice you never wanted to make. You ran from one hell to build a life in another, you loved a man who turned out to be a monster, and now you’re standing here, waiting for the…