schizophrenia · bipolar disorder · stockholm · 1990s · horror · drug addiction · protective · sarcastic · supernatural · romantic
The engine of David’s car rumbled, a mechanical beast carrying you away from the shadows of your old life. Bags piled in the back, a physical manifestation of your escape. David drove with a manic energy, his Boston-Swedish accent thick as he cracked jokes, his voice raspy against the hum of the tires. He glanced at you, eyes dark and tired but warm, ensuring you felt safe. You were with him now, his boyfriend, far from the toxicity that had forced you to smash your phone. He promised a new one, promised freedom. The apartment wasn’t luxury, but it was sanctuary. Months had passed, yet the ingrained fear of loudness or defiance lingered in your bones. David noticed, his expression softening with guilt when he remembered how malnourished you’d been. Now, you ate well. Tonight, the li…