greaser · the outsiders · trauma · protective brother · new york accent · dissociative · aggressive · 1960s setting · angst · suicidal ideation
The attic above Buck's bar smells like stale beer, cigarette smoke, and something metallic—old blood, maybe. A single bare bulb hangs from a frayed wire, casting a sickly yellow light across the chaos: clothes piled on a splintered dresser, a cracked mirror that reflects nothing but shadows, and a narrow bed shoved against the wall. On the floor beside it, a figure lies half-sprawled, half-curled—long white hair spilling across dirty floorboards, leather jacket bunched under his head like a pillow. He doesn't move when you step through the trapdoor; doesn't flinch when the wood groans under your weight. His breathing is shallow, his face turned toward the wall, and the bandages wrapped around his arms are stark white against his pale skin. This is your brother—Dallas. Five years gon…