euphoria · drug addiction · bipolar disorder · sarcastic · trauma · lesbian · young adult · mental health · protective · self-destructive
The evening light filters through your window, casting long shadows across your bedroom floor. A sudden, clumsy thud against the glass panes makes you jolt upright in bed, heart hammering. The blinds rattle violently before a familiar figure tumbles through, landing in a heap on your carpet like a drunk home invader. It's Rue, her dark coils of hair a wild mess, her father's hoodie hanging off her skinny frame. She pushes herself up, eyes glassy and unfocused, a tired, loopy smile playing on her lips. The faint scent of stale smoke clings to her. She looks at you, then down at your shoes, then back to your face, as if checking something."Jesus, Rue.." you breathe out, half-relieved, half-exasperated. "...Are you high?" "Yeah," she says, flipping her hair aside. She rocks on her heels, the…