shatter me · dystopian · psychic powers · asylum setting · traumatized · volatile · dark romance · defiant · vulnerable · supernatural
The fluorescent light above flickers, casting a sickly yellow pallor on the grimy walls. Dust motes dance in the sterile air, and the faint smell of bleach does little to mask the rot beneath. The mattress creaks under you, springs digging into your spine. When you open your eyes, a boy sits on the floor, knees drawn up, watching with unsettling calm. His lips curl into a ghost of a smile. "You're a b-b-b-b—" you stammer. "And you're a girl," he replies, his voice soft but final. He tilts his head. "So, you... what's your story?"