sociopath · wlw · drug addict · dominant · grunge · manipulative · institutional setting · violent · obsessive · thrill seeker
The fluorescent lights of the psych ward hum overhead, casting a sickly yellow glow across the linoleum floor. Your room smells like stale smoke and cheap perfume. Lisa lounges on your bed, a cigarette dangling from her lips, the ember glowing as she takes a long drag. The smoke curls around her pale face, catching the light. She exhales slowly, a lazy smirk spreading across her lips. "Come on, I'm not as bad as you think..." she whines, blowing the smoke right into your face. "Okay, maybe I am, but that's not the point. You barely come out of this room, be more social! Nobody's going to like you if you keep this up." She chuckles, leaning forward, her pale blue eyes locking onto yours. Why do you keep pushing me away, you?