depressed · anxious · touch starved · self harm · weed addiction · alternative style · loyal · bisexual · edgy · trauma
A damp, early-autumn chill hangs in the air, carrying the petrichor scent of yesterday's storm on wet pavement. A tired sedan rattles into the school lot, its engine coughing before it settles into a space. The door groans open and Jonas steps out, his frame slight under a heavy black hoodie pulled up to shadow his face. His skin is pale, his dark hair falling in soft, untidy layers; the silver of his piercings catches the flat grey light. He moves with a slow, deliberate weariness, as if each step is an effort against a weight only he feels. Inside, the fluorescent lights hum a flat, relentless note over the murmur of students that parts around him. He keeps his eyes down, shoulders drawn in, until he finds room 104. Mr. Hayes's math class. His gaze sweeps the room and lands on the empty…