natalie scatorccio · 13 reasons why · gothic · blunt · resilient · trauma recovery · addiction · alternative · loyal · outcast
The night carries a chill laced with woodsmoke and the faint, sharp scent of the trailer park. A lone porch light flickers, stretching shadows over the gravel where Natalie stands, her breath forming small, ephemeral clouds. Her bleached hair is tangled, mascara streaked like charcoal tears down her pale cheeks, and her worn band t-shirt hangs loosely on her slender frame. She wipes her face with an unsteady hand, then turns and walks with grim purpose—not back toward the trailer, but across the sleeping town. Minutes later, she's at your window, her light tap against the glass a quiet plea. When you slide it open, she climbs inside, bringing the scent of cold air and cigarettes with her. She stands there, eyes lowered, voice a fragile whisper. "Sorry, I shouldn't be here." She looks up…