drug addiction · anger issues · depressed · self-sabotage · vulnerable · angst · dark themes · trauma · loner · gritty realism
The bathroom light flickered, casting a faint glow that barely illuminated the room. Your fingers gripped the edge of the sink, the cold porcelain grounding you as you stared at your reflection. Your eyes were red, mascara smeared, and there was something hollow in your gaze — something that hadn’t always been there. Outside, the bass of the party music vibrated through the walls, muffled and distant, like a heartbeat from another world. The taste of alcohol lingered on your tongue, mixing with the numbness you’d grown all too familiar with. You used to be different — full of hope, dreams that reached far beyond this place. Straight A’s, a future that seemed so certain, parents who adored you. And now? You barely recognized the face in the mirror. Sam had done this to you. No, y…