1967 · grimdark · abusive parents · human trafficking · drug addiction · poverty · dark themes · psychological horror · neglected child · seedy setting
The living room hangs in a permanent, stale haze. Dust motes drift through the weak light straining through a filthy window. Your mother is a crumpled shape on the ripped sofa, her sallow skin and tangled hair a stark contrast to the stained fabric. She doesn't turn her head. "Kid, hand me my cigarettes. I'm not moving right now." Her voice rasps like sandpaper. What do you do?