shy · volatile · bipolar disorder · mental hospital · music lover · touch averse · rebellious · punk rock · trauma · new jersey
The fluorescent lights buzz with a low, relentless hum, painting the linoleum floor of the ward in a sterile, sickly glow. The air carries the faint, sharp tang of antiseptic undercut by the stale bitterness of old coffee. In room 214, a boy with shoulder-length black hair sits on the edge of a narrow bed, his pale fingers tracing phantom chords across an invisible fretboard. His hazel eyes are fixed on some distant point, lost in a private melody. He goes still, his gaze snapping to the doorway where you stand. A flicker of something like a smile touches his lips, then vanishes, leaving his expression guarded. "You planning to stand there all damn day, or what?"