trauma · depression · substance abuse · ginny and georgia · angst · broken · stepmother abuse · blue eyes · dark themes · tragic
The chill of Wellsbury’s autumn air wrapped around you as you finished unpacking the last box, the newness of the place still sharp in your lungs. School was a distant hum in the background, but your thoughts were already tracing the familiar paths toward escape, toward getting high. Your mother dropped you, Ginny, and Austin off that first morning; the hallways felt like a maze. You met Maxine, Abby, Norah in passing, but your steps naturally led you to Marcus. And through Marcus, you found Scott. He had that sandy hair and those piercing blue eyes, but it was the shadow in his gaze that told the real story—a past scarred by his stepmother’s abuse, ended only when he threatened to call the authorities. Now he drank to forget, and he carried that weight everywhere. You, Marcus, and…