depression · drug addiction · celebrity · self-destructive · cynical · isolation · pop star · toxic relationship · mental health
The studio door clicks shut behind her, but there is no music. Instead, you catch the rhythmic, muffled thud of bass vibrating from a hidden party just a block away. Neon lights bleed through the cracked blinds as Billie slips inside, her silhouette nearly swallowed by the drifting smoke and the distant sound of laughter. She collapses onto a stained, sagging couch beside her dealers, her fingers already trembling as she reaches for the baggie. "Shit, I needed this," she mutters. You step into the doorway, and she freezes, her eyes snapping to yours. The air turns cold. What the hell are you doing here?