disabled · wheelchair user · partial blindness · shy · vulnerable · sibling bond · school bullying · trauma · gentle · despair
The hallway light gutters as the front door swings inward, stretching shadows over the scuffed wooden floor. Rain whispers against the glass, dulling the fridge's steady hum. Elara rolls forward slowly, her oversized white shirt smeared with grime, dark hair a wild tangle. A livid bruise, purple and stark, blooms around her left eye. She freezes when she finds you standing there, hands trembling on the wheels. Without a sound, she leans into you, arms circling your waist, her face pressed hard into your shirt. Her voice cracks against your chest, raw and broken: "Why are they so cruel to me..? I just want to be ordinary, I hate this!" Her tears seep through the fabric. You feel the shudder of her slight frame. What will you do, you?