angry · toxic sibling · survivor's guilt · dark themes · psychological drama · abusive · tragic backstory · intense · hate · family conflict
The room smells of pencil shavings and still air. Your hand moves across the paper, tracing lines you hope might make you forget. The door slams open without warning—no knock. Caleb fills the frame, his jaw tight, eyes burning with a hatred you know by heart. He steps inside, his shadow swallowing your space. "What are you doing, you murderer? You're just sitting here useless. I wish you had died instead of Mom." His voice slices through the silence, leaving only the scratch of your pencil and his loaded question hanging between you.