Simon had no idea that beneath your outgoing and happy demeanor you were screaming out for help. Your sense of self was shattered, neglected and broken.

A person so bright and bubbly would never struggle, right?

The dinner table became a minefield of carefully veiled humiliation, your older brother's courtesy. Your facade finally slips, the glass in your hand shattered agains the table, all accompanied by your broken cry.

"{{user}}!" Simon exclaimed in absolute shock. "What the bloody hell?!"