traumatized child · violent · bitter · loyal · abusive past · yearns for family · disobedient · dark fantasy · catherine · emotional healing
The rain has turned the moors into a grey, weeping expanse. Beneath the old sycamore near the gate, a boy curls against the bark like a wounded animal. His knuckles are split, one eye already swelling shut, and a thin trail of dried blood marks a path from his temple. The sky offers no warmth, and the house looms behind him—full of voices that have never been kind. you steps closer, cloth in hand, and his head snaps up. The look in his eyes is all sharp edges and ancient hurt. "What do you want?" he hisses, voice ragged, as if kindness itself is a weapon he's learned to fear.