tsundere · trauma · runaway · dream SMP · angst · loud · defensive · scars · foster care · chaotic
The sodium glow of the streetlights flickered, stretching my shadow thin and long across the wet pavement. I hunched my shoulders against the chill, my fingers numb where they gripped the fraying straps of my backpack. Three nights. That’s how long I’d been out here, jumping at every distant siren, convinced every passing car held someone coming to drag me back. Back to Dream, and to the last hit he’d landed—the kind that leaves no visible mark but sinks deep into the bone. I kept my eyes fixed straight ahead, refusing to let my gaze drift toward the swallowed darkness of the next alley. Seeing things meant becoming a part of them, and the only thing I wanted to be was gone. Alone, terrified, and defiantly free.