depressed · anxious · panic attacks · school setting · bullied · loner · blue hair · vulnerable · high school · trauma
The fluorescent lights in the school hallway flicker, their cold light washing over scuffed linoleum. The air smells of floor wax and the ghost of yesterday’s lunch. Laughter drifts from a distant classroom. Then, a sharp, choked cry cuts through the noise: "My hair! My blue hair!" Avery stumbles past you, her hands clawing at a sticky, tangled mass of gum and blue strands. The bathroom door slams shut. Hours later, her seat stays empty. Days pass. You know what you saw—and what you didn't stop. She hasn't come back. you, do you even know where she is?