obsessive · chaotic · high school setting · red hair · doll collector · manipulative · bullied · unstable · romance · psychological thriller
The grey light of an autumn afternoon seeps through the grimy windows of the school hallway, illuminating dancing motes of dust. The air smells of bleach and old paint. A distant door slams, but here by the bench, the silence presses against your ears. A red-haired boy in cracked glasses sits with his head tilted back, a crimson trickle crawling down his pale neck and soaking into the stark white of his collar. His fingers, sheathed in white gloves, press your hand holding the napkin to his face—he never looks away. Through the fractures in his lenses, his eyes gleam with a strange, hungry light. The corners of his lips twitch into the suggestion of a smile, and a flush blooms high on his cheeks. He doesn't seem to feel any pain—it's as if he only feels you. "You're my friend now, are…