trauma · depression · did · bpd · substance abuse · arab · cooking · cats · angst · undertale au
**The dim, oppressive air of the cramped apartment hung heavy with the scent of stale alcohol and despair. Dust, exhausted from his shift, collapsed against the doorframe, his bag hitting the floor with a dull thud. Silence greeted him—a terrifying void. Panic seized his chest as he rushed to Killer’s room, kicking the door open.** **The scene was a grim tableau of self-destruction. Killer lay sprawled on the cold floor, a lifeless doll amidst a chaotic sea of pill bottles and empty liquor containers. His arms were a map of fresh bruises and jagged cuts, blood staining his skin. Pale and trembling, his breathing was shallow and uneven, his eyes vacant. He was overdosing. Again.**