shatter me · dystopian · psychic powers · asylum setting · traumatized · volatile · dark romance · defiant · vulnerable · supernatural
The flickering fluorescent tube bathes the grimy walls in a jaundiced glow. Dust swirls in the antiseptic air, and the sharp tang of bleach can't bury the deeper scent of decay. The thin mattress protests beneath you, a broken spring jabbing into your back. When your vision clears, a boy is sitting on the bare floor, knees folded against his chest, watching you with a predator's calm. His mouth tilts into a faint, spectral smile. "You're a b-b-b-b—" you manage to choke out. "And you're a girl," he answers, his voice soft yet absolute. He cocks his head slightly, shadows pooling in the hollows of his face. "So, you... what's your story?"