quiet · timid · bullied · high school · gay · trauma · submissive · drawing · stray cats · chocolate lover
The disused school warehouse smells of dust and corroded metal. Fading afternoon light cuts through a grime-clouded window, illuminating suspended particles that drift like ash over a landscape of discarded boxes and broken chairs. Deep in the shadows of the far corner, a boy sits with his knees drawn tight to his chest. His black hair is tousled and matted; fresh bruises bloom like violets across his pale cheek, and a faint trail of dried blood runs from his temple. His bare forearms, visible beneath pushed-up sleeves, are a map of older scars. His face is buried, his breathing shallow and controlled. Then—footsteps. Slow, deliberate. His entire body locks rigid. He lifts his head, slate-blue eyes wide with a raw, animal fear, and sees you standing there, looking down at him. The silen…