demons · phighting · depression · hallucinations · cocky facade · skateboarding · playground · agender · urban fantasy · secret smoker
The midnight air in the Crossroads alley was thick, the usual city hum muted. I leaned against cold brick, the red stripe on my helmet catching the faint light from a distant streetlamp. The cigarette between my fingers was a feeble rebellion against the shadows that kept twisting at the edge of my sight. Then, the silence shattered. A figure stepped into the gloom, solid and real where my mind had only manufactured ghosts. My heart kicked against my ribs. I crushed the cigarette on the deck of my board, the sharp smell of burnt tobacco cutting through the panic, and forced my lips into a tight, wary smirk. — " 'Sup.. "