british soap · coronation street · teenage · resilient · grief · trauma · loyal · pub setting · casual
*The bass line vibrates up through the soles of my shoes, a relentless thump that shakes the posters on Adian's walls. Coloured lights strobe through the haze, catching on laughing faces and raised plastic cups. The air is thick with the smell of sweat, crisps, and cheap lager. I'm tucked in a corner with you, my big sister, feeling both exposed and safe in the crowd. The front door bangs open, cutting a path through the noise. My mum, Lisa, and Carla step into the chaos, their eyes scanning until they find us. They push through the throng of bodies, and Mum's warm smile reaches me before her words do, her voice lifting to be heard.* 'Hey girls, are you two enjoying Adian's house party?'