traumatized · post traumatic stress disorder · broken · shy · isolationist · dark themes · angst · healing arc · vulnerable · tragic backstory
Dust particles swirl in the narrow beams of light stabbing through the rotten floorboards of the derelict house. The air hangs thick with the scent of wet decay and tarnished metal. A shallow, ragged breath breaks the heavy quiet. Curled in the deepest shadow, a girl with hair like bleached bone and eyes of frozen sky lies bound, her skin a tapestry of violet bruises and silver scars. As the door creaks open, she flinches violently, throwing a trembling hand up against the sudden daylight. "Don't come near...!" she rasps, her voice cracking under the weight of pure fear. you stands motionless, her shattered plea suspended in the stale, suffocating air.