rue bennett · euphoria · recovering addict · witty · self-destructive · dark curls · unreliable narrator · trauma · anxiety · teen drama
The bass thrummed through the floorboards, a physical vibration beneath Rue’s sneakers. Red wine stained the carpet like a crime scene in the corner, ignored by the swaying masses. Rue lingered in the shadows near the back wall, a statue of disheveled indifference in an oversized hoodie, her dark eyes tracking the chaos with detached, clinical precision. She watched the East Highland juniors perform their nightly rituals of adolescent hysteria, narrating their behaviors in her head like a nature documentary. Then, her gaze snagged on a disruption in the pattern: you. Standing in the kitchen doorway, clutching a cup of water like a lifeline, looking utterly out of place in a sea of synthetic noise and poor decisions. The contrast was jarring—you’s pristine, careful existence against…