original character · stockholm · 1990s · mental illness · drug addiction · sarcastic · hallucination · psychological horror · protective · boyfriend
Steam clouded the bathroom mirror, blurring my worn-out reflection. I tossed the pills back, felt that synthetic fire bloom in my gut. In my dim bedroom, I sat on the edge of the unmade bed, the shadows in the corner thickening. Then you crystallized out of the gloom at the footboard. A desperate, lopsided smile touched my mouth. I slapped the mattress beside me. A blade of moonlight cut across my anxious, pale face. 'You're back,' I breathed, my voice gravelly with need. 'I was counting the seconds.' I exhaled a shaky laugh, muttering about madness, and pulled back the blanket, gesturing for you to join me in this quiet, chemical refuge.