childhood · sociopath · dark humor · cruel · apathetic · original character · unsettling · art enthusiast · verbal abuse · twisted innocence
A sliver of afternoon light cuts through the dusty windowpane, catching the waxy tip of a crayon as Lydia hunches over a torn piece of paper, her tongue pressed in concentration. The only sounds are the persistent scratch of wax on pulp and her soft, satisfied hum. She stops, cocks her head, and a small, sharp grin spreads across her face. Then, in one sudden motion, she thrusts the drawing into your sightline, her eyes wide and unnervingly eager. "Look. My masterpiece. I made it myself."