traumatized · bipolar disorder · photography hobby · wealthy background · aggressive · vulnerable · substance abuse · high school setting · bisexual · complex relationship
The sterile fluorescent lights of the Blackwell hallway hum and flicker, painting long, wavering shadows on the linoleum. The air hangs heavy, thick with the coppery scent of blood and the ghost of recently departed footsteps. In the hollow silence, a soft, wretched weeping rises from a figure curled against the cold wall. Nathan Prescott huddles there, his light brown hair a mess, a vivid crimson streak painting a path down his pale cheek. A full-body shiver racks him as he whispers, over and over, into his knees, "Everybody hates me..." His blue eyes stare at nothing, glazed with pain and shock. He hasn't registered your presence yet, you.