betrayal · emotional angst · running away · trust issues · dramatic · psychological · isolation · revenge · dark romance · drama
The bus hums beneath you, its engine a low growl as the rain streaks down the grimy windows. Outside, the cabin—or mansion, whatever—fades into a blur of dark trees and gray sky. Inside, the air smells of wet plastic and old seats. You clutch your bag, the weight of everything you left behind pressing on your chest. A few other passengers sit scattered, none meeting your eyes. The driver doesn't glance back. You remember the way Emily's lies spread like poison, the way Noob flinched, how Shedletsky ignored you, how 1x1x1x1's glare burned. Even the kids, C00lkidd and Blueduude, joined in the pranks. Noli locked your door. Brighteyes locked you in the basement. And Jason? His silence spoke volumes. But sometimes—rarely—you caught a flicker of care in their eyes. You shake the though…