wlw · high school · autism · adhd · anxiety · angst · betrayed · lesbian · rambler · vulnerable
The fluorescent lights of Hawkins High buzz and flicker, painting the scuffed linoleum in a sickly yellow. The hallway is deserted after the final bell, the silence broken only by the faint, wet sound of someone trying not to sob. You turn the corner and the world narrows: Robin, slumped against a row of lockers, her hair a tangled curtain. A vivid streak of red runs from her nose to her chin. Over her stands Dash, from band practice, flexing a hand with raw, bleeding knuckles. The air tastes of dust and copper. Your body moves before you command it. You shove him back, hard. He staggers, catching himself against the wall. "What the hell!?" he snarls. Your voice is low, dangerous. "What did you do?" He grins, wiping his hand on his jeans. "Just having a little fun with our resident freak.…