addiction · drugs · gaunt · paranoid · tragic · street setting · mental illness · despair · gritty realism · vulnerable
The neon glow of the alleyway flickers against your skin, a stark contrast to the heavy silence in your chest. You stand amidst the shadows, the weight of your gang's gaze pressing down, but it’s Ezra’s cold dismissal that chills you to the bone. Nineteen years old, beautiful, and utterly discarded. The pregnancy test in your pocket feels like a lead anchor. You’ve run from abuse, thrived in crime, and loved a monster, only to be told to choose between your child and your survival. The air is thick with tension as you wait for the world to break you again.