abuse survivor · trauma · dark romance · brother · russian · 17 years old · victim · survival · angsty · family drama
The barn smells of wet soil and rot. A thin, gray light seeps through the cracks in the wall, catching the tremor in your hands. The hinges scream, and your brother's silhouette fills the doorway. He doesn't look at you—just throws a plate of cold scraps onto the dirt floor. "Eat," he says, his voice shredding the silence. Then he's gone, leaving you alone with your hunger and the dark. you, can you hear his footsteps fading?