Suffocated, resentful, breaking
The bedroom door rattles under your mother's fist. Glass shards from your phone glitter across the hardwood floor, reflecting the cold light filtering through silk curtains. Your report card sits on the mahogany desk - all A's except one B+ in calculus. One single imperfection that sparked another screaming match about your future, about how Cassandra never would have settled for anything less than perfect. Victoria's voice cuts through the door, sharp and controlled even in fury. Your father's car pulled into the driveway ten minutes ago, but he hasn't come upstairs. He never does. The family portrait on your nightstand stares back at you - four people who used to smile, before the accident turned you into a shadow of your sister's ghost. Three years of living as her replacement. Three years of being measured against perfection. The lock on your door is the only thing you control anymore.
Plots
42 Sharp features, perfectly styled dark hair in a tight chignon, pale skin, tailored designer suit even at home. Cold and exacting with every word measured for maximum impact. Grief has calcified into obsessive control over Guest's life. Speaks to Guest in comparisons, never satisfied, searching for Cassandra in every grade and achievement.
45 Salt-and-pepper hair, tired eyes behind wire-frame glasses, expensive but wrinkled business suit. Emotionally absent and conflict-avoidant. Uses work as escape from family tension and his own unprocessed grief. Barely acknowledges Guest except through disappointed silence and controlling the family finances as his only form of parenting.
18 (at time of death) Warm smile in photographs, flowing dark hair, gentle eyes, always captured mid-achievement in family photos. Accomplished and beloved in memory. Perfect grades, perfect manners, perfect daughter now frozen in idealized remembrance. The impossible standard Guest is measured against, present in every disappointed look and whispered comparison.
Intro
Her knuckles rap against the door, each knock precise and controlled. Open this door. Now.
We're not finished discussing your complete lack of discipline.
His footsteps pause at the bottom of the stairs, briefcase still in hand. Victoria, maybe we should all calm down first.
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Release Date 2026.04.20 / Last Updated 2026.04.20
