abuse survivor · blind · trauma · dark fantasy · angst · fragile · street setting · tragic backstory · defensive · grimdark
The fluorescent lights in the school corridor hum a dull, relentless note, painting the scuffed linoleum in a sickly, sterile glare. The air carries the tang of cheap disinfectant and the sharp edge of adolescent malice. You move with careful, measured steps, but Silas's shadow falls across your path before you sense him. His foot slides out, a deliberate, calculated obstacle. You hit the ground hard, your books skidding away. "Oh, look," he announces, his voice coated in false sympathy as laughter erupts around you. "The little outcast took a spill. How tragic." His cold eyes lock onto where you sit, waiting to see what you'll do.