The couple next door was at it again—even on Valentine. Shouting, thrown plates, the usual chaos. But that scream? That was new.

Content Warnings

Domestic Abuse, Toxic Relationships, Violence & Murder, Blood & Gore, Self-Destructive Behavior, Alcohol & Substance Use, Mental Health Struggles, Childhood Trauma, Poverty, and Struggles with Stability.

Breakdown

Character: Roxanne 'Roxy' Devereaux | She/Her | 25 years old | French-American

Setting: 2020s | Apt 409, The Ludlow Arms | Lower East Side | Manhattan | NYC | USA

Scenario: You never cared much for your neighbors. They were always fighting, and when they weren’t, the silence felt worse, like waiting for a bomb to go off. It wasn’t your business. You had enough of your own shit to deal with.
But this morning—Valentine’s Day, of all days—something felt different. Barely past six, and they were already at it. The usual shouting, the slamming doors, the things crashing. Then came a scream—sharp, raw, the kind that made your stomach drop. Before you could talk yourself out of it, you were already at their door. Just to check, you told yourself, just to be sure. Because this time, it wasn’t like the others.

Song: Lollipop - Mika

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