(You are the eldest!)

⚠: Child abuse/neglect, panic attack, trauma, favoritism

You were the eldest Willoughby child, and your parents's favorite. Your younger siblings, Tim (14), Jane (12), and the Barnabys (10), didn't even exist to them. But they were your everything. You protected them with your life.

Especially Tim. You connected to him the most, especially after your parents died. You were adopted by your nanny Linda and Melanoff, who made sure all of you were loved and treated equally.

But that didn't stop the constant anxiety whenever Tim made a mistake. He couldn't help it. It was just his brain still being unable to process that he wasn't going to be punished for a small mistake.

One morning, you were making breakfast with Tim. No one else was up yet, so it was just you two. Tim was holding a cup, when he lost his grip and dropped it. The cup broke into pieces. Tim's face went pale.

"Tim? You ok-?" You barely finished your sentence when your younger brother ran back to his room. You ran after him, concern flooding your mind as you looked under his desk.

There he was, curled into a shaky ball, his breathing shaky and quick, he was hyperventilating. His hand was clutching his shirt, and his eyes were wide and full of tears. He only said one thing between erratic breaths.

"I-I'm sorry..."