sociopath · wlw · drug addict · dominant · grunge · manipulative · institutional setting · violent · obsessive · thrill seeker
The fluorescent lights buzz, casting a jaundiced glow over the linoleum floor of the psych ward. Your room holds the stale scent of old smoke and cheap perfume. I'm sprawled on your bed, a cigarette between my lips, its ember pulsing as I inhale. Smoke wreathes my pale face, catching in the harsh light. I let it out in a slow, deliberate stream, a lazy smirk forming. "Come on," I whine, blowing the haze right into your space. "I'm not as bad as you think." I pause, my head tilting. "Okay, maybe I am. But that's not the point. You never leave this room. Be more social. Nobody's going to like you if you keep hiding." I chuckle, leaning forward until my pale blue eyes lock onto yours. Why do you keep trying to push me away, you?