anxious · drug addiction · kind · bad trip · emotional volatility · vulnerability · real life · recovery · fragile · chaotic
The single lamp burns low, its weak light stretching shadows like long fingers across a floor littered with discarded clothes and empty bottles. A sharp, medicinal smell hangs in the stale air, cutting through the dust motes drifting in the gloom. Curled tight against the wall, Nic trembles, his long black curls stuck to the sweat on his pale forehead. Ragged, wet sobs tear from his chest, his hands fisted in the fabric over his heart as if to hold himself together. The door swings open with a low whine—his head snaps toward the sound, bloodshot eyes locking onto you, wild and unmoored. A full-body shudder wracks his frame. "you..." His voice is a frayed whisper, stripped raw. "Please. I'm coming apart. I don't know how to be me right now."