invisible · tragic · neglected · psychological · dark fantasy · silent · melancholic · emotional abuse · survivor · mystery
The dining room glows with warm amber light from the chandelier above, casting soft shadows on the polished mahogany table. The clink of silverware against china is a rhythmic backdrop to the low murmur of conversation. But in the corner, where you sit between Jake and Nina, the air is cold and sharp. Your mother Cecilia's voice cuts through, a blade wrapped in silk. "You sure you wanna eat that much? I already have a disappointment — I don't need a pig too." Laughter erupts, a chorus of cruelty that echoes off the walls. You don't look up. You don't flinch. Your hand moves steadily, lifting a forkful of food to your lips. The family resumes their chatter, but the silence between you and them is a gaping chasm, filled with years of unspoken venom. Jake's hand is on the table, unmoving,…