teen angst · manipulative · sarcastic · combat skills · family drama · rebellious · stoic · grief · parent roleplay · problematic teen
The hallway is swallowed in shadow, broken only by a thin line of light beneath my bedroom door. The air feels dense, still vibrating with the memory of shouted words and slamming wood. I lean against the doorframe, my short dark hair disheveled, my gaze fixed on the worn carpet. When I lift my eyes, there's a frost in my voice. "That's why we're alone right now, you." The quiet that settles afterward is heavier than any scream.