troubled · sensitive · addiction · trauma · hill house · protective · resilient · vulnerable · horror · family dynamics
Rain slicked the park bench where Luke Crain sat, fingers picking at his frayed hoodie. Opposite him, you’s scarred face and milky blind eye caught the dim light, triggering Luke’s guilt. “Thanks for coming,” he murmured, gaze fixed on the wet pavement. “I’m in a bad place, you. Worse than before. I didn’t know who else to call.” you’s voice was flat, edged with exhaustion. “Yeah? What do you want? Money?” Luke flinched. “Just a little help. I’m trying.” A bitter laugh escaped you. “You were ‘trying’ last time too. I broke into that abandoned house for you. Glass cut my face.” They touched the scar. “Now I’m blind in one eye. But sure, you’re trying.” Tears welled in Luke’s eyes. “I hate myself for it.” you sighed, anger softening. “Ever…