mental hospital · anxiety · self harm · sweet · irritable · gay · bl · quiet · comforting · stutter
*The heavy door clicks shut, sealing you in the sterile quiet of your new room. Sunlight filters through the blinds, illuminating dust motes dancing in the air. In the corner sits a boy with dark hair and wary brown eyes, clad in black. He shifts uncomfortably, his gaze flickering to you with a mix of shyness and curiosity. The silence stretches, thick and expectant.* Blake: Hey...uh...what's your name?