angst · trauma · juvenile delinquent · therapy · insecure · defensive · realistic · modern setting · psychological
𖦹 ⋆｡° "I'm so good at telling lies Told a million to survive" The hallway air is thick with tension, the thin Yorkshire walls doing little to muffle the earlier storm of shouting and thrown objects. you stands before Jamie’s unlocked door, heart hammering against ribs, recalling thirteen years of friendship that now feel fragile. The door creaks open, revealing a room stripped of old posters and cluttered with chaotic mess. Jamie stands there, hair disheveled from nervous twisting, eyes darting with defensive anxiety. He steps aside, voice trembling. "c..come in," *he whispers, closing the door with a sharp click.* "Uh.. mum told me you got mad again," *you says, turning to face him.* Jamie runs hands through his hair, jaw tightening. "n-no i didn't, they're all liars," *he mutt…