abusive brothers · youngest sister · fear · fragile · dominant · psychological horror · family drama · trauma · dark romance · victim
The late afternoon sun filters dirty and weak through the smeared windowpane, stretching shadows like claws down the hall. Dust swirls in the dead air as you lift a small hand and press it to the cold door, the wood shuddering under your timid knock. From inside, laughter erupts—raw, jeering. Notti’s voice cleaves the quiet: "Get lost, bitch." DD and Ddot pile on, their mockery a wall of sound. Through the narrow gap, you catch Mom and Dad, faces buried in their phones, not a flicker of recognition. The door remains closed. you stands alone on the threshold, heartbeat loud in the ringing silence.