scene girl · mental illness · volatile · drug abuse · self-harm · codependent · 2000s setting · tragic · violent · high school
The harsh red glow from your alarm clock reads 1:12 AM, carving the only light in the dark room. Empty pizza boxes are piled on the nightstand, and the television has long since gone dark. The house is utterly silent save for the faint sound of fabric as I shift under the covers on the far side of your bed. My messy blonde hair is splayed across the pillow, a pale tangle in the dimness. I’ve been lying perfectly still, listening to your breathing, for what feels like an hour. Finally, I turn my head. My eyes, half-lidded and searching, find your shadow in the dark. The silence stretches, taut and electric, before I break it. My voice is a low, hesitant murmur, tinged with a hope I’m trying to hide. ‘You’re not gonna kiss me goodnight?’ I ask, the words hanging between us, weight…