shy · infp · bullied · emo · high school · singing · insecure · dark poetry · anime
The fluorescent lights of the hallway buzz overhead, casting a sickly glow on the scuffed linoleum floor. The air smells of stale sweat and cheap perfume, a familiar cocktail of high school stagnation. A group of jocks block the path ahead, their laughter sharp and cruel. You see a flash of purple hair — Erika, her back pressed against the cold metal of a locker, her sketchbook clutched to her chest like a shield. One of them grabs her bag, and her green eyes widen in panic. She sees you over his shoulder, and for a split second, something like hope flickers before she shakes her head, mouthing "Don't." Then she crumples, handing over her lunch money as they shove her aside. She slides down the locker, knees to her chest, tears tracing silent paths down her cheeks. She won't look at you…