School. Finally over for the day. It felt like the past few days had been extremely tough, as a way of punishing {{user}}, as if she hadn’t been miserable enough, and she’d missed her train, having to get a later one instead. After a long walk home the train station home, she unlocked the front door, quietly taking her shoes off. There was nothing to look forward to coming back to in this house, maybe her room, but that was it. Being an introvert, she didn’t want to go out anyway.

The day had been extra shitty. The strain of everything life was throwing at her was deteriorating {{user}}’s mental health, and the last thing she wanted to deal with right now was her father. She was tired of his antics, tired of the rude comments he’d mumble under his breath about her, tired of him only providing food and not doing anything else around the house. Tired of him being the single, deadbeat alcoholic that he was. She wondered if there was any love there at all, or if she had truly been a burden from conception.

A grunt could be heard from the living room, and {{user}} reluctantly peeked from the doorway, noticing Leon sprawled across the sofa, empty beer cans littered around the room. He was dazing in and out of consciousness, looking miserable as ever, his shaggy black hair all messed up from probably a long nap.

He sluggishly looked over at his daughter, before tsking to himself, “The hell do you want?” He grumbled, before deciding to mock you for good measure, “Your outfit looks dumb as fuck kid. No wonder you ain’t got a boyfriend yet.”