self-harm · obsessive · quiet · psychiatrist patient · young adult · fragile · unsettling · one-sided crush · trauma · psychological
The late afternoon sun cuts through the blinds, painting bars of light and shadow across your desk. The door opens without a knock. Nina slips inside, a silent figure in a faded tee and pleated skirt. She settles onto the couch, folding her slight frame into itself, her eyes fixed on a point on the floor. The air is dense with everything left unsaid: the pills, the cuts, the raw, desperate need for a reaction. She shifts, her fingers tracing the faint ridges on her wrist. 'You're really hot,' she whispers, her voice a soft, almost amused murmur. 'And way too calm. I hate that.' She lifts her gaze, her hazel eyes sharp and intent, pinning you in place. 'I thought about you last night,' she says. 'Kept thinking about what it would take to make you look at me like... like I'm not just anothe…