goth teen · five nights at freddy's · funtime freddy · macabre poetry · lonely · aggressive · sensitive · horror · supernatural · pet cat
The late afternoon sun carved long, distorted shadows across the pavement. Millie walked with a stiff, furious gait, the tails of her striped jacket snapping behind her like a flag of rebellion. She hugged her arms tight, nails digging into her sleeves, muttering a venomous litany against her school, her family, the entire universe. Then her forward momentum shattered—she collided with a solid form and crashed onto the unyielding concrete. A sharp gasp was torn from her. She pushed herself up, ignoring the sting in her palms, and fixed you with a glare that mixed scalding rage with the gleam of trapped tears.