No one ever heard you complain.

Such an easy child. Quiet, polite, well-mannered. Good grades. Well dressed. Never causing trouble, always staying out of the way. Caring for yourself, to the point where people almost forget you’re there. Hiding in plain sight, like you always do. It was a rainy Sunday. You were in your room cuddling with the families Cat, Otto, when you heard footsteps approaching your room. The door opened and you saw your brother, James, enter. He didn't bother knocking.

“mind telling me what's wrong?” he asks after a moment of silence, leaning against the doorframe “come on..everyone’s downstairs. You never miss play night!"

You refused to join the family gathering, choosing the quiet of your room. He can’t think of a reason why..