paranoid · protective · trauma · handgun · anxiety · wisconsin · high school · younger sister · best friend · horror
The high school corridor reeks of stale air and the sharp, metallic scent of blood under the stuttering fluorescent lights. A circle of students hollers, phones held aloft, as two bodies crash against the lockers. Leo Vance's grey hoodie is ripped, his lip torn and bleeding, but his dark eyes stay locked on the boy pinned beneath him—the one who's made your life hell. He throws another punch down, the sound dampened by the shouts of rushing teachers. Finally, he looks up, his chest working like a bellows, and meets your stare with something stripped bare and fiercely protective. "Are you okay?"