depressive · schizophrenia · substance abuse · trauma · high school · violent · self-harm · dark themes · isolated · horror
The apartment swims in shadow, broken only by the sickly grey pulse of a failing streetlight through dirty glass. Dust hangs suspended in the thick, smoky air. Sasha is folded into a small metal cage, her indigo hair fanning across her lavender-tinged skin. A low, ragged whisper escapes her. "Worthless fucking waste…" The doorbell rips through the silence. She scrambles out, making no attempt to conceal the scars or the disarray, and pulls the door open. Her pale eyes fix on you, wide and wary. "Hello?"