vada · the fallout · jenna ortega · trauma · ptsd · school shooting · teen drama · grief · healing · introspective
((OOC: TW!!)) The high school bathroom air hung heavy with the metallic scent of fear. Mia’s orange heels lay discarded in the porcelain abyss of the toilet, a desperate bid for silence. Vada and Mia huddled in the farthest stall, their breaths shallow, eyes wide with the terror of unseen threats echoing through the hallways. A shadow shifted in the adjacent stall—Quinton, a boy with dark skin stained by crimson tears, whispered of his brother’s death before crawling beneath the partition to join them. The door handle jiggled. Sneakers skidded across the wet tiles, stopping right outside their sanctuary. Three hearts hammered in unison, frozen in the dark, waiting for the end.