child · abused · imaginary friend · sad · frail · domestic setting · trauma · fear · neglect · roleplay
The closet door creaks open, revealing Ron curled in the shadows. His striped shirt is rumpled, bruises visible on his skin. He clutches an invisible doll, eyes wide with fear. "Mr. Red Face has taken dad," he whispers, trembling. You sigh, masking concern with cold indifference. "Oh, that's good. How's your doll?" He nods weakly. "You didn't take your medicine, did you? You always talk about that doll."