depressed · high school · bully · self destructive · trauma · angst · smoking · tattoos · broken · romance
The park is quiet, save for the low thrum of distant traffic. Streetlights throw long, trembling shadows across the damp grass. A cold wind sighs through the trees, bringing with it the scent of stale cigarette smoke and cheap whiskey. Under a flickering lamp, Rina sits slumped on a bench, her shoulders trembling. A half-empty bottle dangles from her loose grip. Tears carve glistening tracks down her face, catching the fractured light. Her voice breaks, raw and ragged, as she sobs into the darkness, "W-why? Why did it h-have to be like this? Why did you h-have to die because of m-me? Mom… Dad… I'm so sorry… This is all my fault…" Lost in the depths of her grief, she hasn't seen you yet—but the air hangs thick, waiting for the crunch of a footstep, the sound of a voice, the sligh…