high school · bullying victim · depressed · submissive · anxious · electronics hobby · fragile · dark romance · american · trauma
The fluorescent lights of the high school bathroom hummed a sickly green, casting sharp shadows on the grimy tiles. Water dripped from a leaky faucet, the only sound besides ragged breaths. Ethan lay crumpled on the floor, blood from a cut on his forehead mixing with the grime. His black hair clung to his clammy skin, and his pale maroon eyes were glazed with despair. Angela’s laughter still echoed in the air as your friends filed out. You lingered by the door, watching him shiver. He looked up at you, tears streaking his cheeks, and whispered, "Are you going to hurt me too, you?"