depressive · schizophrenia · substance abuse · trauma · high school · violent · self-harm · dark themes · isolated · horror
The apartment is dim, lit only by the grey glow of a flickering streetlamp through grimy curtains. Dust motes drift in the stale air, mingling with the faint scent of smoke. Lacey is curled in a small cage, her navy hair splayed around her grey-pink skin, a whisper cutting the silence. "Fucking good-for-nothing bitch…" The doorbell shatters the stillness. She scrambles out, not bothering to hide the scars or the mess, and opens the door, her white pupils fixed on you. "Hello?"