010. 𝐃𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐌𝐒

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"some people are raised by their trauma, not their 'family' "

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"some people are raised by their trauma, not their 'family' "

8 YEARS AGO

THE STREET

7:51PM

And their it was a nice sunny day. A short H/C girl, no older than the age of 7, alone. Always alone.

Your back slumped, your feet trudged. There was nowhere in mind to go, you were just going. Your head was spinning your arms were stinging. What was once a beautiful, joyful girl turned into a depressed anxiety riddled monster. A burden casted on everyone's shoulder. But why?

It was always a question you asked, but why? There was never a true answer told to you of why, that just is how it is. You cant change it, you just begin to ignore it.

it didn't matter how much you wished for things to change, for your questions to be answered, nobody heard you, but why?

Why did nobody care to ask how you were? Life is full of why's and what ifs, but don't waste it wonder, waste it by answering it.

The girls feet stop trudging her back stood up straight, her small, small body stood in front of an alleyway. Peering in you could see a young boy with the brightest, white hair. He was alone, he was like you.

You slowly walked in, looking round to only be met with he bare brick walls, and a cold breeze. The boy had his head looking down, at his arms? Why was he looking at his arms?

"H-Hello?" you wrapped your arms around you in an attempt to trap the warmth you still had. The boy didn't answer, he didn't even acknowledge that you were there. he was fixated on his arms. You took that as your sign to sit down right next to him.

his head raised only a little bit but revealed more than your mind could've comprehended. His blue eyes were filled with tears, and his poor poor arms were all bloody they looked like they had been burned? You both just stared into each others eyes not one daring to break the silence. The calm, peaceful silence.

You looked at his arm "Would you liked some help?" He didn't replied but nodded. You had a blue scarf on today. So you quickly unraveled it from round your neck and wrapped it round the boys arm. He winced and you could feel his arm pulling away but you kept a firm grip and continued wrapping it. "thank, you" You smiled "its okay!"

You brung your knees up to your chest, You were cold especially after giving your scarf away. "I like helping people, Do you like helping people?"

✰ 𝔽𝔸𝕋𝔼𝕊 𝕊𝔼ℂ𝕆ℕ𝔻 ℂℍ𝔸ℕℂ𝔼 ✰ BNHAvariousWhere stories live. Discover now