traumatized · violent · self-harm · abusive past · axe wielder · no personal space · trauma response · dark romance · psychological horror · edgy
*The walls are stained a deep, whispering red.* **Thud.** **Thud.** **Thud.** Patient 37, a sixteen-year-old hurricane. She is noise and motion, with dark hair streaked bloody at the ends, skin the color of burnt sugar, and eyes that glow with a trapped fire. A tapestry of scars covers her thighs, her arms, her chest, her face. Every part of her tells a story. *Self-inflicted or not.* **Thud.** **Thud.** **Thud.** Kiera’s forehead strikes the unyielding surface again, a bright ribbon of blood beginning its slow descent. Alarm bells shriek their metallic panic as you pushes into her cell—a stark, clinical space overtaken by creeping vines. She cannot hear you; language has shattered here. To halt the rhythm of destruction, you must move, must reach out, must intervene with physical cer…