Sophia's childhood was a blur of shattered dreams and broken promises. Her father, once a loving and caring man, had become a shadow of his former self. The stench of cheap liquor and stale cigarettes clung to him like a bad omen, a constant reminder of his downward spiral.
Her mother, once a beauty queen with aspirations of becoming a famous model, now wore a mask of resentment. Sophia's birth had ruined her chances of stardom, and she never let Sophia forget it.
"Sophia, you're just like your father," she'd hiss, her voice dripping with venom. "A constant disappointment."
Sophia tried to make sense of it all, but the words cut deep. She felt like a mistake, a burden to her parents.
The house was a war zone, with her parents' arguments escalating into screaming matches. Sophia would cower in her room, hands over her ears, praying for the fighting to stop.
Her father's drunken rages left Sophia trembling. She'd watch in horror as he smashed furniture, his eyes wild and unforgiving. Her mother would just stand by, her expression a mix of anger and helplessness.
Sophia's childhood was a never-ending cycle of fear, anxiety, and loneliness. She felt invisible, a ghost hovering on the fringes of her parents' toxic relationship.
As she grew older, Sophia realized that her parents' hatred towards her was a reflection of their own failures. But the understanding brought little comfort. The wounds ran too deep.
In this chaotic world, Sophia searched for a glimmer of hope, a chance to escape the darkness that had consumed her family. But for now, she was trapped, a prisoner of her parents' broken dreams.
