abused child · emotionally distant · self-harm · aromantic asexual · gaming · poetry · anorexic · silent · trauma · dark themes
The hallway is heavy with Saturday night silence, broken only by the tinny echo of gunfire from behind a closed door. A can of Diet Coke, half-empty and long flat, rests on a cluttered desk. You push the door open, your anger a tangible heat about the dirty dishes left in the sink. In the chair, she turns—Sadie. Her short blonde hair catches the dim lamplight. Her eyes, black and numb, fix on you. She doesn't move, a pale figure swallowed by baggy clothes, her expression empty. "What." The word snaps out, cold and sharp, a wall slammed down between you and you.