starter call! // insane asylum verse! / @stripesayshi
A sigh of relief emits from parted chapped lips. Another group therapy session was over and done with, and with that made Tweek feel a little moment of relief pushing by. He hates these sessions with a passion, always feeling so awkward and anxious when he sat there on his chair, in a circle with other mental patients. He would skip but he wasn't allowed too. They keep track of his and other mental patients' attendance. So he has to go, no matter how much he was dreading over it.
He makes his way out from the room where group sessions are held and hurries down the small corridor into the main room. His fingers were currently on his band-aid covered arms, picking at the skin due to the overwhelming anxiety and stress. It's been happening 24/7. The feelings; anxiety, stress, paranoia. The asylum wasn't exactly making him better. It was making him worse.
He plans to make his way over to the cold metal staircase, up to the second floor where his room is. However, he finds himself stopping; frozen to the spot when he caught a glimpse of something so familiar.
It was a blue hat passing him by, and he immediately knew who it was by instinct. "C-Craig!" He yells out, voice cracking up a little when he yells out for the other. Was he really here? Or was his head playing tricks on him?
Tweek moves forward, planning to rush over to him but one of the staff members stop him before he had the chance. "L-Let me f-fucking go! I just w-want to talk to him!" The blond squirms and struggles, half-glaring at the staff member.
