🔱 BROKEN 🔱
A feeling of hopelessness, loneliness and despair. A feeling that leaves a person empty, blank and stone cold because of it. Usually accompanied by a lack of self worth.
Cause: Trauma, depression or loss of a loved one. Sometimes all of...
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《Jason Character Aesthetic Above》
Ashley scowled and crossed her arms, glaring at Mr. Heine as he sat across her, watching her like a hawk does a mouse on the ground from above; his moustache twitching at random beats.
Eros stopped next to Ashley with a frown on his face, his curiosity and confusion from earlier completely forgotten. He held her gaze momentarily before looking ahead at Ally being dragged by male teachers far at the end of the hallway. He frowned and watched as she suddenly turned around and somewhat yelled at them, before they kept their distance and let her way ahead to where the rest of her friends were. He looked back at Ashley, who was ready to answer him before he had to ask.
She shrugged casually, causing a chuck of what looked like sausage to fall from strands of her hair to her shoulders, "There was a food fight and we ran."
Eros frowned and held her gaze for a while longer, "Right" He said and looked at his sister one more time, before he opened the door beside Ashley and disappeared inside.
She had only caught a glimpse of it, but it was enough for her to make it out to be an office, judging by the décor she had seen. A brown leather couch stood at the very corner of the brightly light room, possibly with a window across the door, and above the couch was the most horrendous painting she had ever seen. Maybe it was because she didn't have time to judge it, but Ashley could have sworn she saw two very mutilated faces side by side, with the top of their heads floating above the hollow hole left behind the skull and blood dripping from their eyes. The background must have been all black too, since it had been so clear.
Who would buy such a painting, goddamn.
***
Jason decided to take a detour and hid in his room. He prayed his roommate, Elliot, wasn't in because the man would without a doubt rat him out. He was a member of the student court that is taken pretty seriously in the school. Getting caught by either of them would be a fate worse than whatever punishment the lecturers would give them. He sighed, lightly shut the door and listened for the footsteps of his pursuers. Once he was sure they were past his room, he straightened up and walked towards the kitchen side of the room, suddenly thirsty. Reaching their shared fridge, Jason grabbed his half finished cartoon on milk and downed the rest of it.
"I'm telling you, someone's here." A somewhat familiar deep voice said warily. He should have heard him open the door if they just came in, but it had been as quiet as an abandoned church.
Jason froze and ducked under the kitchen island behind him, unintentionally hitting his back roughly onto it's cold surface. He bit his lip in pain and gripped his milk cartoon harder.
Shit, he thought, why the fuck isn't he in class?
"There's no one here, Ethan, trust me. My roommate doesn't come back for another hour." Elliot said, his voice gruff and deep as if he had just woken up.
