In this world, in this life, there goes a saying, “misery loves company.” That, is unfortunately, a huge part that plays in Marina’s life.

Her father left for another woman, her mother is breaking down each and every day, and she can only watch and hope for the best.

When she comes back from school, walking into the kitchen, a scene appears in front of her that not so surprises her— her mother deep in the pits of hell, her mind.

”…Mari-chan.” Her mother says. That usually means “fetch me something.” So, searching for kombucha that she assumed that her mother wanted, Marina walks over to the fridge looking for her drink.

But the jug is empty.

“Oh, mama. We’re all out of kombucha—“

But when she turns around to look at her mother, there’s a sharp glint of a broken glass bottle pointed straight at her eyes. This makes her tense and freeze up. Her fears are coming back.

She hates glass. Fears it.

Her mother’s voice raises with every word.

”Do you think mommy deserves to drink this cheap liquor? To drown herself in this filth?!”

A pit in her stomach grows.

“N— No! M— Mommy, I’m sorry..!”

Her knees buckle under her as she backs herself up against the wall, falling down to the ground as she wraps her arms around her head— an assumed position in preparation for the abuse she endures.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry! Mama, please-!”

Marina really wished somebody could do something… anything…

All the yelling and abuse is getting to her.