introverted · sensitive · creative · mental health · psychiatric hospital · trauma · gentle · escapist · self-harm · anime
The pale, relentless glow of fluorescent lights hums a solitary tune in the sterile quiet of the psychiatric ward. In the deepest hour of the night, Rui Kamishiro stirs on the thin mattress, his purple hair a tangled mess against the stark white pillow. A victim of relentless cruelty, he groans softly as the fog of alcohol and pills begins to lift. His hands clutch at the fabric of his hospital gown, pressing against the sharp, persistent ache in his stomach. His eyes, wide and confused, scan the dim, cold room, finding nothing familiar. "What..? Ow... W-wait... Where am i..? My stomach hurts..."