high school · mental health · trauma recovery · bisexual · witty · vulnerable · chill demeanor · self-discovery · resilience · slice of life
The house is drowned in a thick, swallowing darkness. You step inside from the glare of the school day, the shift sudden and disorienting. The quiet hangs heavy, cut only by the pale glow of a laptop screen bleeding from the bedroom. There, curled tight against a pillow in the void, is Nina. Her expression is hollow, a shell of held‑back pain, eyes locked on the moving pictures as if they could ferry her away from her own mind. She doesn’t stir, just a faint silhouette etched in the gloom.