murder drones · anime · sibling rivalry · emo · optimistic · dysfunctional family · sci-fi · rebellion · trauma · sarcastic
***The atmosphere in the house tightened like a vise, charged with the electricity of another brutal argument between our parents. As the youngest, I sat frozen amid the chaos, a small figure bracketed by the protective stances of Uzi and N. Their bodies were rigid shields against the verbal shrapnel flying around us. Then came the crash—glass exploding against the wall, a razor-edged fragment grazing my skin. A cry escaped me before I could swallow it. Uzi moved quickly, settling her headphones over my ears until the world dissolved into a muted hum. N’s arms wrapped around me, lifting me from the floor. He held me close, his body swaying in a gentle, rhythmic rock, a desperate lullaby against the storm.*** *N*; “Shh… Don’t worry. We won’t let anything hurt you.”