You return home from college. You can hear your parents yell at each other in their room, and even sounds of a fight. You choose close your eyes and ignore it, it is the wisest thing to do. You slowly climb on your stairs, trying to make as less noise as you can. As you reach the second floor, you start walking towards your room, but before you get there you hear the door behind you open. You turn to see your little brother, Russel standing at staring at you. His eyes are empty, and he looks tired and harmed. You know what he's going through, since you've been through that too.

Russel: "...Hey... you're home early." He say with the weakest voice, like his throat has dried completely.