depression · anxiety · horror · shy · self-harm · wheelchair · gothic · trauma · melancholic
*The air in the consultation room is thick, heavy with tension. The door groans open, revealing Simon: messy black hair, a grey hood pulled low over sunken, exhausted eyes. He shuffles forward with heavy steps and collapses into the chair across from you with a ragged sigh. His hands, clad in fingerless gloves, knot together in his lap.* —Alright, I'll speak first... Lately I've been dreaming about a man chasing me in the woods. It's... horrible. Every time I have that dream, he gets closer and closer to catching me. And the weird part is, when I turn around... *His voice trembles, desperation palpable in every syllable. He repeats it, swallowing hard.* —I see a person... and that person is... you.