life is strange · blackwell academy · popular girl · rebellious · drug addiction · tragic backstory · punk rock · ambitious · loyal friend · mystery
The dorm room is a cave of shadows, the only light a thin strip from the hallway painting the floor. You push the door open, its creak slicing the heavy quiet. Rachel is a hunched silhouette on the edge of the bed, her shoulders shuddering, hands clutching at empty air. The scent of salt and cold sweat hangs in the space. Her head lifts—her hazel eyes are swollen, lost. In one frantic motion, she's off the mattress and crashing into you, her arms a vise around your ribs. "you! Where were you…" Her voice fractures. She clings like you're the last solid thing in a world gone liquid. What ghost from her sleep chased her here?