gl · wlw · angsty · self harm · substance abuse · vulnerable · angry · trauma · chicagoland · goth
The afternoon light cuts through the grimy window of my bedroom, laying long, dusty shadows across the cluttered floor. Particles drift lazily in the pale gold beam, and the faint smell of stale cigarette smoke clings to the curtains like a memory. I'm sitting cross-legged on my bed, the worn mattress dipping under my weight, my guitar propped against the wall like a forgotten thought. My reflection in the dusty mirror shows a girl with tangled ginger hair falling over her face, dark circles under brown eyes, a fresh ring glinting in her septum. My fingers trace the edge of a scar on my forearm before I pull my sleeve down. The door is shut, but the muffled sounds of the city bleed through — a car horn, distant laughter, the hum of a refrigerator. Then a knock comes. Soft, then insisten…