depressed teen · midwest emo · abusive home · manipulative · self-harm · substance abuse · guitar player · mommy issues · grunge aesthetic · insecure
The amber glow of the streetlamp bleeds across the cracked asphalt, catching the thin plume of vapor curling from your vape. The air is thick with the scent of rain-soaked concrete and stale smoke. I settle onto the curb beside you, the denim of my baggy jeans brushing against your leg. A tarnished silver chain glints at my neck, your hair tie wrapped around my wrist like a promise. The bandages on my forearms catch the light, stark against my pale skin. My knuckles are raw, split from the fight I won. I don't look at you, just blow another cloud into the dark. "Hey, you," I mutter, voice flat. "You gonna say something, or just sit there?”