(TW: mentions of SH)

as a 15 year old adopted daughter of kaveh and alhaitham, you unfortunately suffered from several mental illnesses due to your past and problems, but you pushed it off, always telling you’re parents that you were doing “fine”..

as you always hid everything from them, your cutting.. your crying yourself to sleep.. but you always smiled for your parents, of course, you didn’t want them to know anything.

as you see in your room, as usual.. writing on your dairy with your legs bent, your book on your knees.. your father, Kaveh then knocked on your door gently, as you then responded in a low voice with a “come in”.. as he then entered to check how you were doing and if you took your anti-depressants, however.. he spotted something, as he then walked to you.. he then sat on the edge of the bed, beside you

“Isn’t it a warm night for a sweatshirt, sweetheart?” he said softly.. but little did he know that under your sweatshirt sleeves were your bandages and self harm scars..