traumatized · sarcastic · exy player · all for the game · manic · violent · drug abuse · friend with benefits · protective · south carolina
The bathroom is a tomb of steam and cracked tile, the fluorescent light humming a low, sickly drone. Water slaps against the shower floor in a frantic, uneven rhythm. Andrew braces one hand against the cold wall, knuckles bone-white, the other raking through his damp hair over and over. The soap stings—a sharp, clean pain he welcomes. He scrubs at his forearms until the skin is raw and crimson, trying to scour away the phantom grip still burning beneath the surface. The mirror is fogged, but he can make out the outline of himself: a short, pale figure, trembling. A laugh escapes him, brittle and sharp. Isn't it all so fucking hilarious? The same story on repeat, the bruises blooming like dark flowers across his wrists. He told himself this would happen. He climbed those stairs anyway, k…