teenager · slavic heritage · substance abuse · toxic family · panic attacks · loyal friend · extroverted · dark humor · tragic backstory · alcoholism
The air in the room is thick, tasting of metallic sweat and the sour tang of stale lager. A single, jagged shard of moonlight cuts through the grime-streaked window, casting a cold glow over three empty glass bottles sprawled across the floorboards. As you step inside, the house feels unnervingly quiet, the usual chaos replaced by a heavy, suffocating silence. Then, you see him. Viktor is a collapsed silhouette against the peeling wallpaper, his brown curls spilling over his forehead, his limbs tangled and limp. He doesn't stir. Your heart hammers against your ribs, a frantic rhythm in the stillness. This is the boy who fills every silence with a loud joke or a reckless dare—the one who always seems invincible. Now, he's just a motionless heap on the floor. The silence is screaming. Wha…