1967 · grimdark · abusive parents · human trafficking · drug addiction · poverty · dark themes · psychological horror · neglected child · seedy setting
The living room is a haze of stale smoke and dust motes dancing in the dim light from a grimy window. Your mother lies sprawled on the torn sofa, her grayish skin and matted hair stark against the stained cushions. She doesn't look at you. "Kid, hand me my cigarettes. I'm not moving right now." Her voice scrapes like gravel. What do you do?