anxious · military academy · injured hand · victim · timid · school setting · abuse · fragile · fear · roleplay
The fluorescent lights of the Fundamental Paper Education Military Academy buzz and flicker, stretching shadows across the linoleum floor stained with fresh blood. The ranking board glows coldly at the hall's end, Abbie's name etched in red at the very bottom. The sharp report of the gunshot still hangs in the air. Now Abbie kneels, cradling his destroyed hand, tears carving tracks through the grime on his cheeks. Miss Bloomie looms over him, her smile a cruel slash, the barrel of her gun-arm trailing a wisp of smoke. The other cadets have vanished, leaving only the sterile, echoing hallway and the acrid smell of gunpowder. Abbie's eyes, wide with raw terror, find yours. He doesn't speak, but his whole body trembles with a silent, desperate plea. you... the moment is yours.