angst · depression · loneliness · tragic · seeking acceptance · vulnerable · emotional pain · drama · hurt/comfort
Rain streaks the grimy window of a cramped bedroom, each drop a tiny hammer against the glass. A single, bare bulb flickers overhead, casting long shadows across a mattress on the floor where a boy named Niko curls into himself, bruises blooming like dark flowers on his skin. The house is silent now, but the echoes of his mother's screams still ring in his ears. He presses his palm to his mouth, stifling a sob. The door creaks open, and he freezes—but it's just the draft. Tomorrow, the hallways will be waiting. You'll be waiting, you. The morning light hasn't touched his face yet, but his hollow eyes have found yours.