The Fairytale Mental Penitentiary

“I’m not a stalker. Philip and I were in love! I saved him a from drowning, and I just knew we’d be together forever. He just had to hear me sing.” A girl with fading teal and lavender hair and doll-like amethyst eyes said, fluttering her eyelashes. Ariel’s file was extensive, with a history of body dysmorphia, kleptomania, and hoarding.
“Ariel, we’ve been over this. You stayed in his house, followed him around, and didn’t speak to him for the first three days.”