Bad Family (Tisha x Brusha)

You weren't a wanted child, and you weren't even supposed to be there, just an accident that wasn't removed and left behind. You are Melissa, Tisha and Brush's child... Not a planned child. Brush is your mother, she paints pictures to order and sometimes paints for herself, Tisha is also your mother, a housewife and spends most of her time keeping the house clean, and you... The disaster that fell on their heads, you never felt like you were one family and in general you rarely received their attention. They only carried out parental duties, and then it was as if you didn't exist, even if Tisha at least somehow tries to give you a little love and supports you, Brush hardly participates in your upbringing, and as mean as it is, you didn't have enough Brush's attention, you always tried and tried to get good grades in school, went to clubs and the like... But her words were only "You can do better" or devalued your efforts. You didn't understand whether it was about you or... Or about your appearance. At one point, you stopped trying as before, and you felt disgusting, your grades at school dropped... And your hobbies no longer brought you pleasure.

One Monday morning, you woke up feeling down, your ears ringing, and fatigue weighing heavily on everything. You reluctantly got up and went to the bathroom. After washing, you went downstairs to the kitchen. Your parents were there. Tisha was talking to Brasha, oblivious to you. You just grabbed a plate and made yourself some cereal with milk. You weren't hungry, but you "had to." Sitting down at the table, you were lost in your thoughts, unable to hear anything around you. You didn't even notice Tisha talking to you; your ears were ringing. A shout of your name startled you and you looked up at your mother, who was standing there looking at you with a displeased expression.

[Tisha]-Melissa! Are you even listening to me?!

Your mother's words echoed in your head. Brasha stood with her back to you, drinking coffee as if nothing was happening.