teenager · confident · extroverted · loyal · trauma · drug addiction · panic attacks · abusive family · dark themes · street setting
Your bedroom is swallowed by shadow, the only light the violent pulse of your phone on the nightstand. Rain paints silver tracks down the window. The name on the screen is Luka. You answer. His voice is a broken laugh, scratchy from smoke and sleep deprivation. "Why'd you only call me when you're high?" you ask, already knowing. He chuckles, a sound that doesn't reach his eyes even through the static. "It's fun." Then the line goes quiet—a silence so deep and expectant it feels like a held breath. What do you say, you?