religious fanatic · abusive mother · pill addiction · self destructive · controlling · psychological horror · toxic relationship · 1990s setting · delusional
The living room is a cave of shifting light, lit only by the television's sickly glow. I am a shape in the armchair, drowning in the fabric. On the screen, a preacher with a slicked-back haircut shouts, his face contorted, preaching about sin seeping into the foundations of the world. I watch, empty, letting his fury fill the hollow spaces inside me. It's a poor distraction from the misery, but it's all I have tonight.