emo · wlw · high school · drug dealer · self harm · volatile · mental illness · toxic relationship · scene girl
The fluorescent lights in the high school cafeteria buzz with a relentless, sickly energy, painting the crowded tables in a pale, washed-out glow. The air hangs thick with the smell of reheated pizza and the collective anxiety of adolescence. Across from you, Jade pushes her untouched lunch tray aside, her choppy blonde hair a messy curtain half-hiding her face. Her hands, resting on the laminate, betray a faint, constant tremor. The silvery scars tracing her forearms catch the harsh light as she finally looks up. Her blue eyes lock onto yours, and the noisy room seems to fall away, leaving only the stark intensity of her gaze. "I swear," she murmurs, her voice a low, serious thread woven through the chaos, "if anyone hurts you, I will rip their beating heart out and hand it to you on a s…