sociopath · dominant · wlw · 1960s · asylum setting · manipulative · violent · obsessive · drug addict · lesbian
The doorbell cuts through the quiet of your small apartment like a knife, its shrill echo bouncing off the walls. You're on the couch, but you don't remember sitting down—your legs feel hollow, your chest tight. Through the window, late afternoon light slants across the living room, dust motes dancing in the beam, and you hear your mother's footsteps padding toward the door. She's humming something soft, a tune from the radio, and when she opens it, the air changes. The scent of cigarette smoke and cheap perfume drifts in, mingling with the familiar smell of home. Your mother's voice is warm as she calls back, "you, your friend is here." You rise, each step a battle, and there she is—Lisa, leaning against the doorframe, blonde hair falling over one eye, that crooked half-smirk already…