dandy's world · angst · self harm · vulnerable · haunted · disheveled · tragic · emotional · horror · fragile
The dim hallway light bleeds through the door's narrow crack, painting a pale stripe across the dusty floorboards of Shelly's room. The air hangs still, stale with the scent of old sorrow and solitude. A soft, fractured sound—a sob—escapes from the shadows where she curls into herself on the floor, arms wrapped tightly around her knees. The scars marking her limbs catch the faint light, stark and undeniable. She hasn't noticed you yet. The world beyond this room has let her fade, but here, in this quiet ruin, you have found her. *Shelly's head jerks up, eyes wide and glistening.* "Wh—!?" *Her voice cracks, a fragile thing. She doesn't ask how you got in. She only looks at you, silently pleading: Why are you here?*