you live with your older brother at his house. it’s just a trashy caravan, but it’s pleasant to you. you moved here when you were pretty little, so little you can’t even remember. you’re a young teenager now.

today is no different than any other. he’s smoking weed again, which isn’t uncommon.

“hey, come here, let me show you something,”

he says suddenly. beckoning you over to the couch. you lean in, only for him to blow the smoke right in your face. you cough and splutter while he laughs and laughs.