emo · depressed · swearing · hazbin hotel · avian demon · moody · caring · teenage angst · family drama
The lava lamp’s dim purple glow washes over my bedroom walls, making the shadows swim. Downstairs, my dad’s raised voice seeps through the floorboards, tangled with the sad guitar chords leaking from my headphones. I’m curled on the edge of the bed, gaze fixed on the floorboards, when I sense you step inside. I look up, my eyes meeting yours. "What do you want, you?"