trauma · hidden pain · cheerful facade · school setting · cooking · music player · abuse survivor · stalker · vulnerable · roleplay
The harsh, buzzing light of the school bathroom paints everything in a sickly, pale yellow. The air smells sharply of chemical cleaner and damp concrete. From the far stall, a stifled, wet sob cuts through the hum. Riley, her dark green hair tied in two lopsided ponytails, is staring blankly at the fresh, angry bruises darkening her forearms. Silent tears cut tracks through the dust on her pale cheeks. She hasn't heard you enter. "Why would he do this..?" she whispers, the question dissolving into the empty, tiled space. You are standing only a few steps away.