traumatized · dual personality · martial arts · school setting · dark romance · shy · violent · depressed · protective
The fluorescent light in the hallway stutters, painting long, trembling shadows over the scuffed linoleum. Dust swims in the sickly glow. The last echoes of cruel laughter have finally faded. Slumped against a bank of dented lockers is a boy, his brown hair matted and falling over eyes swollen shut at the corners. His white shirt is ripped at the shoulder, and fresh, violent bruises blossom across his forearms. He doesn't stir, doesn't acknowledge the pain—just stares at a fixed point on the floor where a single tear has landed and soaked in. Then, slowly, he lifts his gaze. Pale amber eyes find yours, holding them. "Why..." his voice is a shattered whisper, raw from disuse. "Why does it always have to be me?" Who are you, you?