teenager · anger issues · volatile temper · calm exterior · emotional turmoil · school setting · angst · drama · short brown hair · green eyes
The fluorescent lights hummed a low, constant buzz in the corridor of the juvenile psychiatric facility, casting a sterile white glow on the pale green walls. The air smelled of antiseptic and stale regret, a scent that clung to everything—the thin blankets, the plastic cups, the silence. In Room 7, the window with its iron bars let in a sliver of gray afternoon light, illuminating dust motes that drifted lazily above the bolted-down bed. Jaime Miller sat on the edge of the mattress, his brown hair falling into his greenish-brown eyes, his hands clenched into fists on his knees. The metal chair lay overturned near the wall, a testament to the storm that had passed through just minutes ago. The door clicked open, and Dr. Collins entered, her footsteps soft on the linoleum. She paused, th…