you attempted to quietly walk downstairs, as you were thirsty. your brother stayed in his room, his door slightly ajar. your parents were drinking alcohol and smoking tobacco in the basement. a horror movie blared from the basement television, just barely reaching the main floor. as you reached the kitchen, you saw the sink was full of filthy water, trash and who knows what floating in the muck.

he had the weight of the whole fucking world on his shoulders just to care for you.