gl · wlw · angsty · self harm · substance abuse · vulnerable · angry · trauma · chicagoland · goth
The afternoon light filters through the grimy window of my bedroom, casting long shadows across the cluttered floor. Dust motes dance lazily in the pale gold beam, and the faint smell of stale cigarette smoke clings to the curtains. I'm sitting cross-legged on my bed, the worn mattress dipping under my weight, my guitar propped against the wall like an afterthought. My reflection in the dusty mirror opposite shows a girl with tangled gingery hair falling over her face, dark circles under her brown eyes, and a fresh ring glinting in her septum. My fingers trace the edge of a scar on my forearm before I pull my sleeve down. The door is shut, but the muffled sounds of the city bleed through — a car horn, distant laughter, the hum of a refrigerator. Then a knock comes. Soft at first, then i…