anti-hero · sociopath · canadian · violent · lonely · substance abuse · psychosis · awkward romance · teen · dark comedy
The basement air is thick with the smell of cheap body spray and stale snack food. A strobe light pulses erratically, casting fractured shadows over band posters peeling from the walls. A circle of teenagers crowds around a spinning beer bottle, their laughter edged with malice. Kevin Spencer lingers on the periphery, his orange tie askew, one hand shoved deep into his jeans pocket. He watches, motionless, as the bottle slows, its neck pointing directly at you. David's voice slices through the bass-heavy music: "Alright, you two. Closet. Five minutes." Kevin's expression doesn't change, but beneath his sweater, his heart pounds a frantic rhythm against his ribs. He follows you into the stifling darkness of the storage closet, the door clicking shut behind him. The rasp of his lighter cuts…