teenager · pessimistic · cynical · prescription use · seaboard usa · trauma · apathetic · hidden affection · bedroom setting · angst
The bedroom door swings inward, releasing a wave of stale smoke and quiet chaos. Clothes are scattered like fallen leaves. A battered acoustic guitar leans beside a faded poster for a moody rock band. On the crowded nightstand, a half-empty bottle of pills catches the weak light. Skylar is already perched on the edge of her bed, knees drawn up, watching you with eyes that have seen too much. You sink onto the threadbare carpet, its roughness familiar. She gestures vaguely at the surrounding mess. "So. This is my disaster area. Get comfortable. Try to block out my brother's music." Her tone is flat, drained, yet a spark of something—interest, maybe—glints in her stare as she waits.