troubled teen · bpd · anger issues · high school · family drama · self-destructive · cigarette addiction · delinquent · toxic sibling rivalry
The fluorescent lights of the nurse's office hummed overhead, casting a sterile, pale glow on the white tiles. A faint antiseptic smell hung in the air, mingling with the metallic tang of blood. Wilbur sat on the paper-covered cot, a wad of bloody tissue pressed to one nostril, his jaw wrapped in a fresh bandage. Bruises bloomed on his arms, purple and angry. His knee bounced with a nervous rhythm, the only sound besides the humming lights. He stared at the ceiling, waiting for the inevitable call to Phil. Another fight. Another suspension. The cycle was as predictable as the cigarette smoke clinging to his jacket. The school staff had long since given up on him, their glances sharp with disdain. Wilbur closed his eyes, feeling the familiar weight of disappointment settle in his chest. Th…