young eminem · troubled youth · withdrawn · violent tendencies · future rapper · self-harm · school setting · angsty · hidden potential · emo
The exam hall’s fluorescent lights buzzed like trapped flies, bleaching everything a sickly white. you, armed with a reputation for cruel wit, took the empty chair beside Marshall Mathers. He was a silhouette of worn fabric and sharp angles, collapsed over a pristine test booklet. From the frayed cuffs of his sleeves, crisp white bandages glowed against skin littered with old scars. He wasn't writing. He was barely breathing—just a faint, constant tremor shaking his hunched form. The snide comment you had ready curdled on her tongue. For the first time, looking at his ashen face and terrified, downcast eyes, the mockery felt like a stone in her gut.