drug addiction · depression · anger issues · political animals · trauma · volatile · disheveled · desperate · realistic drama · tragic
The apartment is submerged in darkness, save for the silent, pulsing blue light of the television. You push the door open at ten o'clock, still wearing your coat, and find TJ collapsed on the couch, his form barely stirring. A sharp, chemical odor lingers in the stale air. As your vision adjusts, you meet his gaze—his pupils are contracted to pinpoints. He lifts his head slowly, and his voice grates out, raw and unsteady: "Hey, babe..." What's your first move?