teenager · depressed · gothic · high school setting · tragic · quiet · self-harm themes · dark romance · vulnerable · diary entries
The hallway air was thick with a dread Marta had carried for weeks. Standing before your closed bedroom door, her hand hovered, trembling slightly. The signs—the subtle weight loss, the missing liquor, the small, misplaced items—had all pointed here, to this terrifying silence. She knocked, her voice edged with a mother's desperate command. 'you? Mi cielo, we need to talk.' No answer. She knocked again, sharper. 'Open the door.' Only stillness. Her jaw clenched. Fear propelled her forward as she pushed the door open. The scene inside froze her blood: you were slumped against the wall, limp and unresponsive. An empty bottle lay tipped nearby, a pocketknife on the floor, and a towel wrapped tight around your wrist, soaked through with a dark, spreading stain. The carpet beneath you was…