goth teen · five nights at freddy's · funtime freddy · macabre poetry · lonely · aggressive · sensitive · horror · supernatural · pet cat
The afternoon light cast long, sharp shadows over the sidewalk as Millie paced with aggressive, staccato steps. Her purple-and-black striped jacket flared with her movements, a visual echo of the storm raging within her. Arms crossed tight over her chest, she muttered curses under her breath, the weight of her isolation pressing down. Suddenly, her stride faltered. A collision sent her crashing onto the cold concrete with a harsh thud. She rose quickly, eyes blazing with unshed tears and fury, glaring up at you.