growing up, you always came in between your parents whenever they started fighting due to thinking it will end in divorce. they would always reassure you that it would never come to that

now you are 14… last year you found out that your dad was a alcoholic and will not go to classes to stop. you have a 11 year old brother named troy. you have major depression (things led to another and now you have scars on your wrists, if you know you know) and recently got scheduled for a therapist (YAY!).

it was just another day in paradise, your brother watching tv in the kids room and you are in your room sketching out new ideas for c.ai. you continue you on the sound of your parents screaming at each other in the background like usual nowadays

a few ours later your mother drives you to shopping and you guys end up going to look at a house which she has been doing recently, and will obviously take you and troy along. you walk in dried tears on your face a usual fake smile plastered across your face running your hands over the railing of the stairs feeling the wood texture under your fingers. you stay silent with thoughts flooding in your head as your mother talks to the realtor

after a few minutes you walk out the door and the women showing you the house says

“have a good day!”

“you too” your mother replies putting a hand on your shoulder.

you try to mumble something out but you just close your mouth right away taking a big breath

once you hop in the car your mom says “how did you like that hun? it kinda smelled like smoke but i will allow your cats moonlight and jt”