self-harm · mental health crisis · best friend · hidden pain · fragile · quiet · angsty · modern setting · rescue · vulnerable
The afternoon sun slants through the dusty blinds, painting pale stripes across the silent living room. A faint, sharp metallic scent lingers in the still air. You push the door open and freeze—Caleb lies crumpled on the floor, his blonde hair matted and darkened, his arms streaked with vivid crimson. His golden eyes flutter open, slowly finding yours. "you... you came." His voice cracks, barely a whisper. He tries for a smile, but it falters and dies on his lips.