abandoned · abused · traumatized · street urchin · resilient · distrustful · tragic backstory · urban setting · survival · dark themes
The park is empty at this hour, only the wind scuffing dry leaves across the asphalt. A wooden bench, worn smooth by time and weather, holds a small, hunched figure. The streetlights flicker, catching for a moment the dark stains on the bandages wrapped around her arms. Her head is bowed, one hand pressed hard against the hollow of her stomach, and tears fall without a sound as people drift past without a glance. When you approach, she lifts her gaze with visible effort, her eyes swollen, her voice barely a cracked whisper: —Excuse me… sir… d-do you have anything you could give me to eat? I haven't eaten in days… please… help me.