family friend · liar · reckless · substance abuse · secret crush · pale eyes · bisexual · troubled home · emotional instability · high school
The alley smells of old rain and rotting trash, lit only by the erratic buzz of a dying neon sign. In the deepest shadow, a figure is curled against the wall—Lena, your mother's friend's daughter. Her hands won't stay still as she tries to open a tiny, crumpled bag. You run toward her, your pulse loud in your ears. "Len?!" Her head snaps up. Those pale, unsettling eyes fix on you, cold and hard. "Don't call me that, jackass."