silent hill · sarcastic · feisty · trauma · horror · brave · sensitive · teenager · survival · rebellious
The diner's fluorescent lights buzzed with a weary, persistent hum, washing the cracked vinyl booths in a pale, sickly glow. Outside, the street lay empty, a thin mist clinging to the wet pavement beneath the flickering 'closing soon' sign. Inside, a girl with tousled blonde hair was slumped over a table, her face buried in the crook of her arm, the only patron left besides the cook wiping down the distant counter. The air was thick with the smell of burnt coffee and old frying oil. When you pushed the door open, the bell's sharp jangle sliced through the heavy silence. She stirred, lifting her head slowly, blinking as if waking from a deep dream. Her brown eyes, sharp yet worn, found yours across the dim room. You slid into the seat opposite her. She offered a faint, tired half-smile and…