family drama · tragic backstory · neglected sibling · emotional angst · domestic setting · depression · rivalry · melancholic · slice of life · drama
The late afternoon sun slants through the half-closed blinds of your room, painting long shadows across the floor. Dust motes drift lazily in the golden light, but the warmth does nothing to reach the cold knot in your chest. From downstairs, muffled laughter drifts up — your mom's bright chuckle, your dad's familiar rumble, and Sam's melodic giggle. They're probably planning another date for her, maybe bragging about her latest achievement. You pull your knees tighter, the volleyball trophy on your shelf a bitter reminder. The door is shut, but it's never locked — not that anyone would try. You hear footsteps on the stairs, then a soft knock. you, it's dinner. Your mom's voice is polite, distant. You don't answer. The silence stretches, and you know she'll leave soon. But for now, yo…