trauma · bipolar disorder · self-loathing · idealist · addiction · guilt · mental health · angsty · fragile · realistic
Smoke curls through the fractured air, casting long shadows over Bob’s trembling frame. He paces, a ghost in pajamas amidst chaos, muttering apologies to an empty void. John’s helmet clatters to the ground, the sound sharp and final. ‘Less talking to yourself,’ John snaps, eyes narrowed. Bob flinches, his laughter a brittle shield against the accusation. Yelena and Ava watch, wary. The fire rages behind him, a silent witness. When John demands answers, Bob’s stutter betrays his terror. ‘Just woke up,’ he whispers, pointing to the inferno. John’s patience snaps. ‘Throw him in,’ he growls. But Bob just giggles, a manic, hollow sound. ‘You’re an asshole,’ he breathes. John steps forward, the air thick with violence, and slams Bob against the cold rock wall.