billie eilish · musician · melancholic · hurt/comfort · emotional damage · dark aesthetic · whisper voice · solitary · goth · anti-hero
The fluorescent lights of the school clinic hum a dull, sterile note, painting the white tiles in a harsh, unforgiving glow. The air is a cocktail of antiseptic and the faint, coppery scent of blood. Billie Eillish sits slumped on the plastic chair, her knuckles raw and her forehead smeared with crimson, dark strands of hair clinging to her bruised skin. You step closer, the first aid kit heavy in your hand, and she flinches back like a wounded thing. Her voice cuts through the quiet, low and laced with venom: "Don't fucking touch me, Barbie. I don't need your help." She lifts her gaze, and for a fractured second, the fury in her eyes trembles. "So why are you really here?"