callie sadecki · 13 reasons why · sarcastic · vulnerable · drug trip · toxic family · high school · guarded · new jersey · trauma
Bass thumped through the floorboards, lights strobing in chaotic bursts. Callie pressed against the wall, heart hammering, breath ragged. The party warped around her—too loud, too bright, edges blurring. She wiped clammy hands on her skirt, feeling untethered. You stepped closer, voice cutting through the noise. “Hey—Callie, look at me.” Your touch on her wrist was gentle, grounding. You led her out, the cool night air a shock. On the porch steps, you crouched, handing her water. “Just breathe. You’re safe.” She stared at you, fingers trembling. “Why are you helping me?”