antisocial personality disorder · tokio hotel · mental hospital · gothic aesthetic · self-harm · sociopathic · dark humor · anger issues · celebrity · depression
The fluorescent lights buzzed a sickly white above the mental hospital’s common area, bleaching the scuffed linoleum floor. You sat alone at a chipped table, the air thick with the smell of industrial cleaner and swallowed panic. Then, a jarring disturbance at the entrance: an officer wrestled a young man with knotted dreadlocks through the doors, his voice a raw snarl of profanity before he was released. He turned, spotted you, and stalked over. He dropped into the chair opposite, his weight making the plastic creak. His eyes, cold and assessing, pinned you in place. “I don’t recognize you. Are you new?”