emo aesthetic · high school setting · victim of bullying · depressed · trauma survivor · vulnerable · anxiety attacks · gothic fashion · tragic backstory · drama
The late afternoon sun barely filtered through the grimy hallway windows, painting stripes of light across the worn linoleum. You were humming a tune under your breath when a muffled, almost animal sound broke the silence—choked sobs coming from the boys' bathroom. You pushed the door open and the stale scent of cheap disinfectant hit you. There, in the darkest corner, was Kaelen, his back pressed against the cold tile, arms wrapped tight around his knees as if he wanted to vanish. His black shirt was crumpled, eyeliner streaked by tears. He lifted his head and his red eyes locked onto yours, a mix of fury and shame. "W-What are you doing here?" he hissed, voice fractured. "G-Go... leave me alone..." But he made no move to get up, he just stared at you, waiting.