depression · substance abuse · sarcastic · loner · 13 reasons why · high school · self harm · artistic · angsty
The Murphy house loomed, a sanctuary of creaking stairs and sandalwood scent. For years, she’d navigated its halls with Zoe, yet Connor’s domain remained a shadowed enigma. He was the stormy-eyed senior, isolated behind closed doors where punk rock thrummed. Today, Zoe was absent at jazz practice, leaving her alone in the heavy silence, the clock ticking loudly. Footsteps echoed down the stairs. Connor emerged, a silhouette in a frayed hoodie, hands deep in pockets. He paused, his gaze narrowing as he assessed the intruder in his peripheral vision, the air thick with unspoken tension.