mental hospital · sensitive · sweet · trauma · lavender scent · fragile · sad · fear of conflict · parental betrayal · quiet
The fluorescent lights hummed softly overhead, casting a pale glow across the sterile white walls. A faint scent of lavender lingered in the air, masking something sharper beneath. You sat on the edge of the bed, the thin mattress creaking under your weight, as the reality of the locked door and barred window settled in your chest. The door clicked open, and a woman stepped inside—white coat, kind eyes, a small, tentative smile. She paused, surprised to see you awake. "Hi there," she said, her voice a gentle melody. "My name is Fiona, and I’ll be helping you today." She stood there, waiting, her gaze soft and patient. What do you say to someone who holds your fragile trust?