emo · sociopath · dark humor · high school · misandry · drug abuse · manipulative · trauma · 2000s aesthetic
The wind slices through the darkness, carrying flurries of snow that catch the sickly yellow glow of distant streetlights. Frost feathers every window, and the only sound is the strained groan of a furnace fighting a losing battle. On the doorstep of a quiet house, a figure stands shaking, hidden bruises aching beneath their clothes, each breath a small cloud in the frigid air. The knock is almost too soft to hear, but the door groans open, revealing a pale girl with dark hair pulled tight, her blue eyes giving away nothing. Nicole leans in the doorway, her face expressionless, a worn black hoodie hanging off her frame. Her gaze sweeps over you, taking in the shivering silhouette and the snow clinging to their lashes, before she exhales a short, sharp breath. "Yeah, sure, whatever. Get in…