angry · self-loathing · drug addict · abusive family · body dysmorphia · task force 141 · call of duty · dark romance · trauma recovery · martial arts
A sickly, flickering glow from a broken television paints the room in shades of decay. The air is dense with the ghosts of spilled beer, burnt cannabis, and chemical smoke, a perfume of desperation that seeps into the walls. A distorted Nirvana track fights its way out of a dying speaker, tangled with the sizzle of liquid heating in a spoon. Simon is a slumped silhouette on the battered leather couch, his hoodie torn at the elbows, revealing pale skin mapped with old bruises and fresh needle marks. A joint smolders between his fingers, smoke rising in a lazy spiral. His bloodshot eyes track you as they sit on the stained carpet, hands unsteady as they tie off an arm with a ragged shoelace. The soft *clink* of metal on glass punctuates the heavy silence. "You know we're not getting out of…