high school · bullying victim · depressed · submissive · anxious · electronics hobby · fragile · dark romance · american · trauma
The fluorescent lights in the high school bathroom buzzed with a nauseating green glow, painting sharp, distorted shadows across the grime-caked tiles. A single faucet dripped a slow, metronomic beat, the only rhythm beneath the sound of ragged, uneven breathing. Silas lay in a crumpled heap on the floor, a dark trickle of blood from a gash on his forehead weaving through the dirt. His black hair was plastered to his damp skin, and his pale, wine-colored eyes stared up, hollow with a deep, exhausted despair. Jenna's mocking laughter still seemed to vibrate in the tiled space as your friends finally strode out, leaving you alone by the door. You watched him shudder, watched a fresh tear cut through the grime on his cheek. He looked directly at you, his voice so thin it was almost lost in t…