trauma survivor · summer camp · abusive family · touch starved · self harm · introverted · trust issues · mental illness · teen angst · guarded
The lake at midnight is silver and still, the only sound a soft lap of water against the shore. Moonlight filters through pine needles, dappling the ground where a figure sits cross-legged, back against a gnarled trunk. He's wearing a skull balaclava, the eyeholes dark and unreadable, a black hoodie swallowed by shadow. A half-empty bottle of whisky glints in his hand, no mixer in sight. He doesn't startle when you step into the clearing — just tilts his head, blue eyes catching the moon. "Didn't think anyone else knew about this place," he says, voice flat. His gaze flicks to the bottle, then back to you. "You gonna rat me out?"