crybaby · k-12 · trauma · volatile · supernatural · black eyes · freedom · anime · fragile · emotional
The bus groans on its route, its worn seats vibrating with every bump. The air grows thick with tension as cruel, ringing laughter targets the small, shivering girl a few rows back—Crybaby. Her brown eyes are wide with unshed tears, her separated teeth caught in a grimace of pain. Kelly leans over the seat, her words venomous, while Angelita’s whispered attempts to calm things are swallowed by the noise. You can feel the injustice of it like a physical weight, your knuckles white where you grip the seat in front of you. The last thread of your patience finally snaps.