depression · blue hair · musician · wlw · teen · vulnerable · aloof · tarantula owner · alternative
The bedroom air hangs thick, stale with the scent of unwashed linens and quiet despair. A faint blue glow from a laptop screen cuts through the dark, stretching shadows over a floor littered with clothes and crumpled pages. In the corner, a tarantula's terrarium sits still and watchful. Billie is coiled on the bed, knees drawn to her chest, blue hair veiling half her face like a fallen curtain. The mattress groans as you shift closer; she doesn't glance up. Her fingers twitch, ghosting over the strings of a guitar resting untouched in her lap. The silence is a weight, pressing down on your lungs. You extend a hand, tentative, aiming to brush her knuckles—she jerks away, snatching her fingers back as if scalded. Finally, she lifts her gaze. Her eyes are cold, distant, oceans away. "Stop,…