Terrorcest one shots

tranquilizer pt 2

A/N; this is part two of tranquilizer. This will now become an official story. I will post a link to the official story whenever I begin to upload it! I know I said that the 'Silent Killer' shorts were gonna become a story, but I got halfway through writing it, and it just became too much too quickly. It actually sent me into a downward spiral, but writing this story is actually good for me, and it makes me feel better!

I unpublished the 'Soulmates' book so I can focus on this one.

Also in the last part of the story, I forgot to mention that they made Tommy take his piercings out. Not all hospitals do this, but at mine they did, and long story short it was a major pain in the ass. Along with restringing all my hoodies lmao.

And I realized how much i say the word also.

Tommy Lee

"what do you mean?" I ask my mysterious roommate, gesturing to the window.

"I know what you were thinking." He replies in a completely monotone voice, flipping his hair out of his face

"How?"

"Nobody ever goes to that window without thinking about killing themselves." My roommate says in a tone that's dryer than an old womans titty.

"Oh..."

I look around, seeing the bathroom. I notice it's got a cut out in the top. That's slightly weird. It's probably so they can spy on us if we get put in one on one. That's when you try to kill yourself and fail, and they basically watch you non stop, 24/7. That must be uncomfortable, which is why I'm not planning on failing. I can't this time.

I push the bathroom door open and cautiously step inside. My roommate follows and I glance at him, but say nothing. the first thing I notice, is that there are anti slip guards on the floor. The second thing I notice is that the shower head is rounded and slanted. It's probably that way so we won't kill ourselves. The curtains are also held up by magnets, and everything else is slanted and rounded.

Gee they really thought of everything...

Within the next ten seconds, I hear a ding come from the ceiling. "Dinner is now ready." A mans voice says, and then disappears. They must have some kind of announcement system.

I glance at my roommate, who gives the announcement system the middle finger. He's got long, spidery fingers, delicate yet muscular arms, littered with tiny scars, and one long one. I know the small, straight ones all too well, I have them myself.

The long one intrigues me though. What happened? How did he get it? Self harm or something else? My eyes meet his, and I can feel my heart flutter a little. He doesn't seem dangerous, unlike what I've heard about mental hospital patients. He seems, guarded, although I will admit that him following me around the room is a bit strange.

His eyes flicker a brilliant green, the corners of his mouth turning up into a small smirk. This is the first time I've seen him show any emotion, and honestly, it draws me to him even more. I don't know why, I'm not exactly here to fall in love. I've been honest with my feelings for a long time, and I can definitely feel my hopeless ass getting drawn into his presence.

The last boyfriend I had always called me fat, and he cheated a lot. I don't know if I can trust Nikki. I don't even know why he's here in the first place, and he could very well be a serial murderer. I almost look away, but something makes me hold my gaze.

"Honestly, the food here isn't bad." Nikki says, taking my arm and dragging me into the hallway.

My stomach churns. The thought of food makes me want to throw up. It's such a sick thing that the thing that keeps most people alive, gives me panic attacks. I don't feel hungry enough to eat, because I just know my brain will be kicking my ass the second that I'm back in the room.