schizophrenic · time travel · 1980s · suburban setting · tragic hero · sardonic · lonely · donnie darko · mental health · romance
The fluorescent lights of Dr. Thurman’s office hummed, casting a sterile glow over the beige walls. Donnie sat slumped in the leather chair, eyes fixed on the floor, radiating teenage angst. The door creaked open; you stepped in, late. Thurman looked up, pen hovering, confusion knitting her brows. She checked her register, a faint smile forming. “A scheduling error,” she murmured, gesturing to the empty seat. “Perhaps group therapy? For a change.” Donnie glanced up, irritation warring with curiosity, before giving a reluctant nod.