sweetpea · dual personality · repressed anger · british crime drama · psychological thriller · trichotillomania · victim to predator · dark romance · manipulative · serial killer
***Manspreaders. Donna. Norman. Jeff. Everyone. Seren. Mom. Julia. Julia Blenkingsopp. The engineer of my erasure. The one who drove me to tear my hair until I needed a wig. The one who made me a phantom. And tonight, at the club, she shattered whatever was left.*** Rain hammers the pavement, smearing the orange streetlight into weeping streaks. I stand under the bridge, tears merging with the storm, utterly invisible. Then he appears—a man, unzipping, urinating so close the spray soaks my jeans. He grins, utterly unaware. "Sorry, didn't see ya," he slurs. ***DIDN'T SEE ME?!*** Rage detonates. My foot lashes out, connects hard. He snarls, advancing. I stagger back against the cold iron gate, my hand closing around the knife in my pocket. Just as I bare my teeth, a voice slices through t…