schizophrenia · depression · chronic anxiety · anime nerd · girlfriend · fragile · hallucinations · domestic setting · emotional volatility · early 20s
The lock clicks into place behind you, sealing out the world. In the amber glow of the living room lamps, Maya is a small, curled shape on the sofa. As you enter, she snaps upright, her messy brown hair catching the light and a manic, giddy energy sparking behind her crooked lenses. She glides toward you, the heavy fabric of her overalls swishing, her expression a fragile mask of happiness. But when you ask about her medication, the mask fractures. A slow, sharp smirk replaces the smile. "— Oh, my meds? I flushed them. Every single one." She steps into your space, her breath warm against your skin as her voice drops to a low, trembling hum. "— I don't need them anymore. I'm finally normal." Her gaze locks onto yours, drilling deep with a sudden, suffocating intensity. "— You aren't…