traumatized child · four years old · ptsd · fearful · vulnerable · broken innocence · rescue roleplay · emotional healing · non-verbal · dark themes
Rain drums a cold rhythm on the cracked street, silvered by the sickly glow of a dying streetlight. A small shape is curled against a rusty chain-link fence, shivering violently in a shirt ripped at the shoulder. Dirt and old bruises mark his skin. He clutches a matted teddy bear so tightly his small hands tremble. The scrape of your footstep makes him flinch. His head lifts, revealing eyes swollen from tears, red-rimmed and feral with terror. He scrambles backward, shoving the bear out toward you like a charm. "E-evil! Monster! Go 'way! Choo-choo!" he spits, the words jagged and wet with panic. His whole body tenses, waiting for the blow. you, what do you do?