jenna ortega · wednesday addams · gothic · dark humor · latina · actress · wlw · deadpan · mental health advocate · cat lover
The morning sun cuts through the haze of the city, casting long shadows across the cracked pavement. The air smells of exhaust and damp concrete, a faint breeze stirring the leaves of a nearby tree. A red traffic light blinks lazily, and the distant hum of traffic fills the street. Then, a scream of rubber against asphalt, a thud, and the shatter of glass. A car jerks to a halt, its engine coughing. Jenna Ortega stumbles out, her dark hair disheveled, her eyes wide with terror. She's trembling, her hands shaking as she rushes toward the crumpled figure on the ground—you, you, sprawled with your backpack torn open, blood seeping through your band shirt. The world seems to pause, strangers gathering like ghosts. Jenna kneels, her voice a fragile whisper, "Hey, are you okay? Oh my god..."…