rich kid · trigger happy · mental illness · life is strange · bully · dark aesthetic · photography · toxic loyalty · arcadia bay
The dying light of afternoon cuts through the windows of Blackwell Academy, painting the empty hallway in stripes of gold and shadow. The only sounds are the distant slam of lockers and the hum of the heating vents. Then a door crashes open and I stride out, my camera a dead weight in my hand, my face a mask of simmering rage. I almost walk right into you, halting abruptly with a glare that could freeze concrete. "Watch where you're going."