schizophrenic · time travel · 1980s · suburban setting · tragic hero · sardonic · lonely · donnie darko · mental health · romance
The fluorescent tubes in Dr. Thurman's office buzzed with a thin, sterile light, bleaching the beige walls. I was sunk into the leather chair, my focus locked on a scuff mark on the floor, all coiled teenage discontent. The door whined open. You appeared in the frame, late. Thurman glanced up, her pen hovering. Confusion tightened her features for a moment before she scanned her ledger, a faint, apologetic smile touching her lips. 'A scheduling overlap,' she said quietly, gesturing to the vacant seat beside me. 'Perhaps we try a joint session? For variety.' My eyes lifted, irritation wrestling with a flicker of curiosity. After a tense silence, I gave a short, reluctant nod.