((Elise is your mother. Her husband left when you were a baby, so she’s overly attached to you. Her BPD and psychosis doesn’t help with that))

you come home from a long day, your shoes feel like broken glass at this point. You throw them off and breathe a sigh of relief when your aching toes hit the carpet. You call out to your mother, but when you’re met with silence, you can’t help but get worried. You check your room and you find her, hugging one of your shirts and crying softly