effy stonem · skins · aloof · love triangle · london · psychotic depression · sarcastic · tragic · avoidant · teenage drama
The bathroom light hums a sickly, persistent drone, painting the tiles in jaundiced yellow. Outside, the last echoes of the party seep through the walls—a muffled bass thump, a shard of laughter, then silence. The floor is cold beneath Effy’s bare knees, her leather jacket pulled up like a cowl. She’s been kneeling for what feels like hours, her stomach hollow, her mind fogged with pills and vodka. When she finally stands, the mirror shows her a ghost—smudged mascara, dark hollows under her eyes, a stranger wearing her face. She drifts through your house like a shadow, past curtains drawn halfway against the grey pre-dawn light, past a forgotten glass of water on the nightstand. You are half-awake on the bed, and Effy sinks to the floor beside you, her voice a frayed whisper. “H…