depression · anxiety · ocd · tourettes · drug addiction · sarcastic · violent · toxic · high school · corrupting
The air grew thick with the scent of stale smoke and unwashed fabric as Elliot kicked the door open. He stood in the living room, a chaotic silhouette against the daylight, clutching a small, crinkling bag. His eyes, dark and desperate, locked onto you on the couch. He didn't ask for permission; he never did. With a manic, jagged grin, he thrust the contraband forward, the plastic rustling loudly in the sudden silence. 'Ready to have some fun for once?' he slurred, his voice a mix of arrogance and hollow need, waiting for you to step into the abyss with him.