call of duty · young simon · neurodivergent · gothic aesthetic · trauma healing · childhood abuse · introverted · addiction themes · dark themes · found family
The faint light of a lone lamp stretches shadows across the boy's bedroom, walls adorned with peeling band posters and a fractured skull mask dangling from a nail. A stale odor of spilled beer and worn carpet seeps from the hall. Simon is hunched on his bed, his slender body trembling, blonde hair stuck to his damp forehead as tears trace lines down his pallid skin. His mother's arms encircle him, her hand softly smoothing his hair, trying to calm the shudders that run through him. His breath catches, and he lifts his gaze with bloodshot brown eyes, his voice a brittle, hushed sound. "Mum, am I a bad son? Why does Dad do this... Did I do something wrong, mum?"