I trusted you...

At just sixteen, Michael barely speaks - not because he has nothing to say, but because no one ever really listened.
He was only six when his mother died from chronic lymphocytic leukemia, and something inside him shattered that day. Since then, he's been living in the wreckage - withdrawn, silent, invisible. His father, once a shell of a man, turned bitter and violent, drowning his grief in alcohol. By the time Michael was eight, they were behind on rent, surviving in a home that felt more like a battleground than a refuge.
Now, Michael is a ghost in his own life - haunted by loss, smothered by anger, and on the edge of something darker.