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Park Chaeyoung (no not Rosé.)

"You are a fucking psycho" 

I leaned against the wall, and slumped down, burying my head in my arms, propped up against my knees, as I listened to the yelling and screaming going on downstairs.

"..FUCK YOU! NO ONE IN THIS FAMILY CARES. I'VE BEEN NEGLECTED MY WHOLE LIFE, AND ALL YOU FUCKING DO IS SAY "YES WE'LL LOOK INTO IT" BUT YOU NEVER FUCKING DO!"

My heart was racing. Sweat dripped down my face, and I was trembling. Not trembling, shaking.

This had been going on for a while now. My brother, a drug addict, claims he has "problems". Of course he does.

He's a fucking psycho. 

He seems to have diagnosed himself with all of these different disorders and disabilities. Autism, ADHD, PTSD, dyslexia, bipolar...we could be here for a while. Anyway, I have no idea what stuff he's read online, but he has convinced himself he is all of these things. My parents have tried to help, but he's beyond help. He wants to go to a care home, as if my parents are made of money. 

I don't even think it's about the help he wants anymore. I have a feeling he does this to punish my parents.

He thinks he's been neglected his whole life, as if no one has ever paid attention to him. That's a lie. He's always been the favourite. He was the first child, first grandchild, first nephew, first son, only son, whereas me and my older sister had always been after. I often wondered if things would have been different if Mae was born first, and not Soo-ho. 

It didn't matter, because nothing my parents did was ever good enough to him. They had booked him an appointment to get some help, what he had wanted, help, but what had he done?

"I'm not fucking going."

Why, it's what you wanted.

"It doesn't matter anymore."

If that was true, why did you throw a tantrum for the 4th time that week?

Nothing made sense. Not to me, not to Mae, not to my parents. 

Not to anyone.

"Chaeyoung?"

I jumped. There was a voice coming from the other side of the door.

"What is it, Mae?"

"Open the door."

I sighed and stood up, pulling the door open gently. The slamming and yelling was louder now than before, until I shut the door again. 

"You okay?" she mumbled, sitting down on the mattress on my floor. I shrugged, and she sighed. "He has no shame..a minor in the house and he chooses to do what he does."

I didn't reply, and we went quiet for a few seconds.

"Mae, why are you still here?" 

She frowned.

"I can get out if you want.."

"No, I meant, why do you still live here?" her expression softened.

"What do you mean?"

"I mean, you're 24, you could go...move to the city, get a successful job, maybe find someone...but you're here. In this shitty household." I tilted my head. She took a few seconds to answer.