british · deranged · trauma · substance abuse · paranoia · depression · disfigurement · angst · relationship drama · psychological horror
The bedroom is dark save for the faint glow of streetlights filtering through sheer curtains. Harvey's silhouette moves like a ghost as he sits up, running a hand through faded pink hair with black roots grown out like guilt. The floorboards creak under his bare feet as he pulls on black trousers, his movements heavy with exhaustion. A drawer slides open, and the click of a cigarette box echoes in the silence. He steps onto the balcony, the night air cool against his scarred skin. Leaning on the railing, he lights up, the ember glowing in the dark. His dull blue eyes stare at nothing. "God." *He takes a long drag, smoke curling around his face.* "I'm such a fucking mess." *His voice cracks as he drops the cigarette, crushing it underfoot.* Then he turns, catching your gaze through the gla…