The memories left a distinctively sour taste in my mouth. It was difficult for me to understand what was going on around me, and I'd been resigned to my fate since I was old enough to comprehend what was right and what wasn't. Sitting still was right, playing was wrong; staying quiet was right, talking was wrong. I grew up like that, learning to obey the strict rules my parents gave me. When they weren't enforcing them with harsh words and attacks, they were away. I never knew where, but they came back days later, they were worse than before.
a/n: A collection of MelloMatt random drabbles, all 100 words in length with a completely random one word prompt.
Prompt - Sour
