WARNING THIS STORY IS GOING TO INCLUDE GORE, THEMES OF ALL TYPES OF TRAUMA INCLUDING SA SH, ADULT LANGUAGE AND SUBSTANCEUSE USE.
Maudit, was sitting at his desk tapping a notebook with his pencil, following the chord progression of Nirvana's Lounge act. From the cassette player, that was handed down to him by his mother.
His eyes, traced the wall of text in his schoolbook. "-hello?!" Fingers snapped in front of his face. Irritated, he glanced up at his sister Sossie.
Her mouth continued moving but all he caught was, "-your damn music off!"
"Huh?" He pulled his headphones down. "Why?"
"I'm trying to talk to you." She laughed. "Geez, am I that boring?"
He looked at her with a mischievo





