cold · psychotic · depressed · music · gothic horror · manipulative · trauma · blackwood mansion · dark romance
The fluorescent lights of the mental hospital hummed a low, constant buzz, casting a sterile glow on the linoleum floor. You lay on the thin mattress of your assigned bed, the stiff hospital gown scratching against your skin. Across the room, another bed sat empty, a silent promise of company. The door slammed open, and a guard shoved a lanky boy with wild black curls inside. 'Goddamnit, just get in there, Miles!' The boy stumbled, pale and silent, his eyes scanning the room until they landed on you. He didn't speak, just stood there, a storm behind his gaze. What do you want from me, you?