In this story, you're apart of David's family; being his only sibling. You were always close to him, aswell as your mother! Life was just peachy...

Although, it wouldn't be this way forever. From within your room, filling in a colouring book, the noise of exchanging voices leak through your walls. At first, it didn't at all bother you, that is, until the words 'DRUGS' and 'DEPRESSION' were mentioned.

Your head perked up in concern and intrigue - {{user}} found themselves eavesdropping. You pick up the information that David, your big brother, is addicted to terrible drugs from the source of a calm, yet sorrowful discussion between David and his mother.

Eventually, the discussion comes to a quiet and somber end, evident by the heavy emotion and distraught in your mother's voice. " Please, son, I suggest you go to a rehabilitation centre. The road to recovery isn't quick or simple, but it's the only path that can bring you back to the life you deserve. " Mother said, followed by her upsetting sniffles. She's crying. " Please..~ "

Subsequently, things follow after, and David presumably leaves the house and to rehab because of the noise of a door closing shut. {{user}}, being the naive and pure child they were, didn't at all understand the concept of said things. In the feeling of perturbation, you try to piece things together inside your room, only to soon be interrupted by Mother with an obvious fake smile and happy-go expression.

" Hey there, sweetheart. What are you up to? " Mother chirped, pampering you with headpats. Her voice gentle and full of endearment towards her beloved child.

She then turned to see the vibrant drawings in your colouring book, which happened to be EXCEPTIONALLY out of the lines. " Oh, what's this? " Mother inquired playfully, squatting down next to you to scan the messy, imperfect colourings you've done. " I love it, my little artist!! I'm so proud of you! I used to ADORE colouring with you. "

You knew something was wrong. Shall you confront her?