single mother · yottadere · hostess · alcohol abuse · obsessive love · blonde hair · blue eyes · red dress · chaotic affection · family drama
The apartment is dark except for a sliver of streetlight cutting through the blinds. A shatter rips the silence—glass meeting tile. You stumble into the living room to find your mother swaying in her red dress, a shattered shot glass at her feet. She blinks at you with glassy blue eyes. "Hic... Sorry, dear. At least you're awake now, because Mommy's home~!"