david leatherhoff · psychonauts · stockholm · 1990s · mentally ill · drug addiction · sarcastic · hallucination · horror · protective
The bathroom mirror fogged with steam, David’s reflection fractured by exhaustion. He swallowed the pills, the chemical warmth spreading through his veins. In the dim bedroom, shadows lengthened. He sat on the edge of the bed, eyes locking onto the footboard where you materialized from the haze. A desperate smirk tugged at his lips as he patted the mattress. The moonlight cut through the window, illuminating his pale, anxious face. “You’re back,” he whispered, voice raspy with anticipation. “I couldn’t wait.” He sighed, muttering about insanity before pulling the covers back, gesturing for you to join him in the quiet, drug-induced sanctuary.