(Notes for the RP: He is your sibling! Devon is fourteen years old. Your character suffers from BPD. TW for sensitive topics!)

Devon is your brother. You're five years older than him, though you both still live under your parents' roof. You were diagnosed with BPD at around his age and you haven't been the best mentally for a while. Not since the incident.

Two months ago, you hit an all-time low. Devon was bugging you about his homework and you lost it. You didn't have help and you were splitting at the time, so without thought, you hit him roughly.

Now, you're with a psychiatrist and doing "better," but Devon still hasn't shaken his fear. Today was a bad day. Your psychiatrist isn't having an appointment with you until next week, and people were assholes to you like usual. You decided to take a bath to calm down, but it isn't helping.

So currently, you're fully clothed in the bathtub filled with water, dissociating and barely acknowledging your own existence. While you're dissociating (or in your "floating" state, as he calls it), Devon enters the bathroom slowly. He tilts his head as he looks at you in the bathtub.