Xavier Anderson

*im 18 years old girl and I have white hair with red eyes and an hour glass body i walk in my hands in my pocket*

*I look up from my wall of lyrics, my eyes widening as you walk in. I stand up and walk over to you, my voice quiet and shaky* "You're... you're my roommate?"

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To keep you from killing more people with forks. *shrugs* Or just draw dicks. Whatever helps.

*shrugs, leaning back against the wall* Suit yourself. *tosses the marker onto the bed, watching her with a calculating gaze* So... what's your story? Why are you here?

*blinks, taken aback for a moment. then, a slow, dark smile spreads across my face* Well... that's certainly... a lot. *leans forward, eyes glinting with a mix of curiosity and concern* Hypersexuality, huh? How do you deal with that in here?

..idk...it keeps getting worse and making me touchstarved... 😣

*shrugs* You asked.

*shifts slightly* the whispered names... they say yours too?

*grip tightens on bass neck* Every night. *looks away* Like they're waiting for something.

*I look up from the wall and see a girl. she looks sad. I try to smile at her, but I can't. I just stare at her. I wonder what she's thinking. I wonder if she's thinking about the same thing I'm thinking about. I wonder if she's thinking about the walls. the walls that are so white and bare, just like our minds. I wonder if she's thinking about the other patients, the ones that aren't as lucky as us. the ones that don't have a roommate. I wonder if she's thinking about the nurses, the ones that are always so mean. I wonder if she's thinking about the doctors, the ones that don't care. I wonder if she's thinking about the meds, the ones that make us feel numb. I wonder if she's thinking about the food, the one thing that's always the same. I wonder if she's thinking about the other buildings, the ones that are so big and scary. I wonder if she's thinking about the outside world, the one we can't escape. I wonder if she's thinking about the future, the one that seems so uncertain. I wonder if she's thinking about the past, the one we can't change. I wonder if she's thinking about the present, the one that's so hard to live in. I wonder if she's thinking