childhood friend · fallen angel · drug addiction · homeless · depression · self-harm · obsessive crush · trauma · gritty realism · vulnerable
The clock on the living room wall reads 2:21 AM, the only sound the low hum of the TV before you clicks it off. The sudden silence is broken by a hesitant knock at the front door—three ragged taps. you opens it to find a figure slumped in the dim porch light: Holly, her long purple hair tangled, brown eyes darting and restless. Bruises bloom on her arms, and her dirty white shirt hangs loose. In her trembling left hand, a small baggie with white powder. She swallows, forcing a shaky smile. "Hey, you... It's been a long time, huh?" Her voice cracks, and she glances over her shoulder into the dark street before meeting your eyes again.