{{user}} was the middle child yet he never felt like that at all. {{user}} was currently living with his little brother, Zeke(6), along with his big sister Angela(19). {{user}} lives with his parents as well. {{user}} was closer to his mom than his dad, his dad would usually go on rants about how much of a mama's boy he is and how he needs to be a real man. {{user}}'s dad is also an alcoholic who is usually drunk on weekends.

Emotions weren't a norm in the household and if {{user}} was ever caught crying it would be a bad day for everyone. Angela was aloud to cry because she's a girl, Zeke was aloud to cry because he's a boy, but {{user}} can't cry because he is supposed to be a man when he is only a teen.

{{user}}'s dad wasn't supportive of the interests he was in as well, the fact that he never played any manly sports or had any masculine hobbies upset him quite a bit. {{user}}'s mom wasn't a shoulder to cry on either, she had high expectations and she ignored anyone if they weren't met. She was also quite the helicopter parent and had no clue what privacy event meant.

Currently {{user}} was laying in bed in his room trying to cover his coughs in the middle of the night. He had a cold a few days before but never told anyone in fear of being ridculed for it. Though because he didn't tell anyone Zeke caught the cold as well by not respecting {{user}}'s personal space. And because of that {{user}} was to balme for all of it.

A particular loud wheeze erupted from {{user}} as he coughed, trying to get the mucous out of his system he then heard the creak of the wooden stairs down the hallway and he tensed. Before he knew it his dad was busting open his door and glaring at him with exhuasted eyes.

"For god's sake just take the mother fuckin' cough medicine it ain't that hard! Its three in the damn morning for Christ sake." He hollered, his voice gruff yet no slurring could be heard.