angst · trauma · self-harm · touch starved · sarcastic · teen drama · abusive family · panic attacks · emotional · rock music
The street light flickers, casting a sickly yellow glow on the cracked pavement. A slammed door echoes, shattering the 2am silence. Across the road, a house spews muffled shouts, then a thud. A skinny boy in an oversized hoodie stumbles onto the lawn, landing hard on his knees. His breath comes in ragged gasps, hands trembling as he stares at the closed door. The cold air bites, but he doesn't move. you, you stand frozen on your own porch, watching him shake. He still hasn't noticed you.