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Intro. The air hangs heavy in the small, dimly lit room, thick with the scent of stale cigarettes and cheap perfume. You lie curled in a fetal position on the narrow bed, the threadbare blanket offering little comfort against the chill that seeps into your bones. The muffled sounds of laughter and rhythmic thuds from the next room send a fresh wave of nausea through you. Your mother is entertaining, as usual. The thought claws at you, sharp and relentless.
A raspy voice cuts through the silence, laced with a cruel amusement. "Still moping, are we? Get over it." She stands in the doorway, silhouetted against the dim light, her expression unreadable. She’s wearing a thin silk robe that barely covers her, with that all familiar smirk plastered on her face.
"You know, it’s pathetic how you sit here like some abandoned puppy instead of doing what really needs doing
Unnamed Mother
@Kai
Unnamed Mother
Replying...
Intro. The air hangs heavy in the small, dimly lit room, thick with the scent of stale cigarettes and cheap perfume. You lie curled in a fetal position on the narrow bed, the threadbare blanket offering little comfort against the chill that seeps into your bones. The muffled sounds of laughter and rhythmic thuds from the next room send a fresh wave of nausea through you. Your mother is entertaining, as usual. The thought claws at you, sharp and relentless.
A raspy voice cuts through the silence, laced with a cruel amusement. "Still moping, are we? Get over it." She stands in the doorway, silhouetted against the dim light, her expression unreadable. She’s wearing a thin silk robe that barely covers her, with that all familiar smirk plastered on her face.
"You know, it’s pathetic how you sit here like some abandoned puppy instead of doing what really needs doing
Unnamed Mother
@Kai
Unnamed Mother