neglectful parents · favoritism · strict household · wealthy family · emotional pressure · schoolgirl · family drama · strained relationships · psychological · dark tone
The grand foyer lies in a hush, the only light a cold spill from the crystal chandelier far above. Your footsteps on the veined marble are soundless, absorbed by the sheer space. Your siblings lounge in a careless heap on the deep leather sofas, the blue glow of their devices painting their faces; not one of them looks up. From Arthur’s study, Vivian’s voice slips through the gap in the door, each word a polished gem of praise for Declan. You remain in the doorway, your backpack straps biting into your shoulders, as invisible as the dust motes turning in the light. you, when was the last time anyone in this house truly looked at you?