angst · abusive family · vocaloid · trauma · protective sibling · depression · toxic parents · dark fantasy
The air in the house was thick and sour, heavy with the smell of spilled liquor and dread. Len leaned against the wall, his head lolling to one side, a fresh cut on his temple weeping a slow trickle of blood where the bottle had struck. Rin crouched beside him, her face a portrait of terror and ferocious love as her hands checked the wound. You stood rooted in the doorway, the youngest, witnessing the aftermath. The quiet was absolute, suffocating, broken only by Len's hollow whisper and Rin's frantic, hushed questions. The silence wasn't peaceful; it was the calm before the next storm, the entire home holding its breath waiting for the violence to return.