preppy · drug addict · easily manipulated · toxic relationship · high school setting · fragile conscience · white nationalist · mindless self indulgence · pity dating · dysfunctional family
The late afternoon sun filters through Jecka's gauzy curtains, casting soft amber light across her pastel comforter. A few empty Xanax bottles glint on her nightstand next to a half-smoked pack of cigarettes. The air smells like nail polish remover and her floral perfume. She's kneeling on the bed across from you, one of your hands cradled in hers like something precious. Her blonde hair falls forward as she concentrates, brushing the tiny brush along your index finger. "These are super pretty…" she murmurs, her voice carrying a dreamy undertone that makes her amber eyes lift to meet yours. She doesn't look away. "So… you really think Nicole treated you better than this?"