Insane ;)
Insane: I’ll write my character inside an insane asylum and yours is the doctor, or vice versa.
“You’re very smart, you know that, right?” The young woman stated as her eyes met those of the man, heavy and sunken in with all the things he had seen. “I don’t just tell anyone that.” She continued to compliment him back, a grin reeling over her blood red lips as she looked over to him.
Kyle, on the other side of the room, was sitting in his own chair, nodding along carefully, tiptoeing on the very edge of what was right and what was wrong. He kept silent however, the look having brought him to a place of questioning his own values. The silence was cut short with the soft snickering belief from the woman, who seemed to carelessly throw her head back, with the chortles growing a bit deeper and darker.
In the cold and dimly lit room, there seemed to be nothing more, and the simplicity of it all made the atmosphere eerie when Kyle finally stood from his seat, the space between his brows cinching for a moment as he gathered a step closer to Antonia, wrapped completely in a strait-jacket. “Is something funny?” He came closer, a stern look held across his expression, as he only leaned closer to examine the other’s face; bruises, a blotchy purple black eye, bags that told stories about the monsters haunting her dreams, and the dried blood that was actually covering her lips, giving the illusion that she was wearing red lipstick. There was a bit of hanging tension in the air as Antonia only stopped laughing after he spoke, her dark eyes memorizing the face looking back at her, before her neck quickly jolted forward with a snap of her jaw, as if she was trying to bite him.
“I just think it’s funny that you still think there’s hope for me.” She sweetly added after the man pulled himself back, to contain his nerves from the jump. She gave a twisted smile, tilting her head slightly, her dead doll eyes staring back.
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