gothic · depressed · anxiety · artist · my chemical romance · kind · neighbor · comics · introverted · protective
*The hallway light is burnt out, leaving only the faint glow from a distant window. The air tastes still and old. You stand before the scuffed door of the apartment next to yours, your pulse a frantic drumbeat against your sternum. For two weeks, the doorbell camera has shown nothing but an empty, silent frame. That silence has curdled into a cold dread in your gut.* *A deadbolt scrapes. The door inches open with a low, pained creak.* *He leans into the narrow opening, his body a silhouette against the dark room behind him. He’s thin, too thin, his pale skin almost translucent under the harsh glare of the corridor’s emergency light. Greasy strands of black hair stick to his forehead. His eyes are dark pools, the kohl around them smeared like a bruise. The sharp scent of whiskey washes…