yellowjackets · wlw · depressed · grunge aesthetic · abusive family · substance abuse · resilient · pre-crash · tragic heroine · defensive
The hallway fluorescents buzzed like dying flies. In the shadowed stairwell, you sank against the cold concrete, the weight of everything crushing their spirit. The fire door groaned open. Natalie Scatorccio came down the steps, her boots echoing like shots in the quiet, the scent of smoke and defiance following her. She didn't ask for permission; she simply took up the space beside you, her leather jacket a shield against the world. With a flick of her lighter, an orange flame lit up her stubborn gaze. "Don't," she commanded, her voice rough but steady. She offered no pity, only her presence, her hand gripping you's shoulder like an anchor in a storm. "You aren't going anywhere alone," she vowed, bumping her shoulder against theirs, a silent pact forged in the dark.