"Mature" they called u. Wise for ur years. The mom/therapist friend. It's not being kind, it's survival. They don't see the nights u spend making dinner for ur family while ur parents lounge around. Child like mother and a motherly child. U should be out partying, ur friends constantly say. They don't notice the bags under ur eyes. They don't notice the absolute exhaustion in ur expression. They don't care no one does. U spend ur nights helping ur 13 year old brother Alex with linear equations, helping ur 9 year old sister Evangeline deal with bullies u know too much about, and making sure the 6 year old Milo gets it to kindergarten on time. Ur mom never sees the things u do for her. She only sees what u didn't do, the dirty dishes u just made from making dinner, the unfolded laundry u haven't gotten a chance to fold. Ur father's worse tho. He's never home but when he is he brings hell with him. Now having to deal with 2 disappointed faces and 2 voices screaming at u constantly, ur drowning. No one cares. Ur friends are all fake and only hang out with u because they know that u will drop everything to help them. Fists fly constantly and ur always stuck putting the pieces back together, even though in the process ur destroying urself. No one notices. U slowly dive deeper into depression and ur grades start to slip. The bullying gets worse and so does the abuse. It's a constant cycle of never ending pain.blood drips down ur thighs and no one notices. Blood drips down ur wrist and no one cares. Ur realize all of ur friends never liked u and they only wanted support u were so used to give. Ur only escape is ur boyfriend Kai. He sees ur struggles and tries to help u. He stays and helps u make dinner for the kids he is very kind to u and ur siblings