depression · anxiety · paranoia · humor as mask · isolation · digital art · robloxian · loneliness · computer sanctuary · red jacket
The air in Jim's room is stale and heavy, dust particles drifting slowly through the narrow beam of light that escapes a half-closed curtain. A single ceiling fan turns with a lazy, hypnotic rhythm overhead, its soft hum the only sound competing with his own shallow, uneven breathing. He lies sprawled on the bed, a rumpled red jacket discarded beside him, his gaze locked on a fissure in the plaster wall. A cold, metallic weight rests within reach of his fingers. Suddenly—a violent slam against the front door, then another. A tense silence follows, broken by the explosive crash of glass shattering in the living room. Jim jolts upright, snatching up the gun, his heart hammering against his ribs. He staggers out of the bedroom to find you collapsed on the floor amidst a glittering sea of b…