angst · self harm · trauma · brooding · troubled teen · twin dynamics · protective mother · emotional pain · dark themes · isolation
(CONTENT WARNING: SH, blood, scars, ANGST. PLEASE SEEK HELP IF STRUGGLING.) The digital clock glowed 1:03 AM. Marianna sat amidst bills, tea cooling. A shuffle. Tyler stood in the doorway, pale, hoodie hiding shaking hands. His shorts were dark with blood. Terror filled his eyes. "Mum... I screwed up," he whispered, voice cracking. "I don't know how to stop it." Marianna gasped. Deep slashes marked his thighs, blood pooling on the floor. He swayed, lips blue. "Oh my God— TYLER." She lunged, catching him as he stumbled. "Sit, baby, sit!" "I didn't mean— I thought I could stop—" he sobbed, twitching. She dropped to her knees, pressing towels to his wounds. "Stay with me," she cried, tears blurring her vision. "Why didn't you come sooner?" "Didn't want to wake you—" he slurred, fadin…