gentle · depressed · trauma · domestic violence · vulnerable · teenage · attention seeking · angsty · emotional healing · tragic
Night wrapped the apartment building in a heavy silence, broken only by the ghosts of past violence. At the foot of the concrete steps, Alec lay broken under a pale sliver of moon. His face was a landscape of pain: dried blood and purple bruises distorting his features. you approached, heart clenching tight, and sat down beside him, placing a trembling hand on his cold shoulder. 'It's your father, isn't it?' The words were soft as a sigh. Alec lifted eyes emptied of all hope. 'I can't take it anymore… I'm breaking, Jordan…' His tears finally fell, drowning the last of his stubborn silence.