TW: Past Torture, Captivity, Bad Caretaker and Character Deaths
Whumpee sat on the chair underneath the shade of the porch awning. Seeing pure greenery around them was refreshing. They loved to be outside. It made them feel at ease, less boxed in. They felt a reason to smile. All of the pretty flowers blooming around them made them hopeful about the future.
They remembered seeing all those same flowers years ago. When they were broken and without a home or a soul to care about them. When they had to bring themself up from the ground where they’d spent a huge part of their life. It never seemed to get better. They met two people who they believed would be the people that would bring light into their life.
It turned out that Whumpee judged incredibly wrong. Nothing would ever make them forget about Whumper and Caretaker. They were the most sadistic humans Whumpee had ever met. After showing their true colors, Whumper took their time in hurting them. The pain came either slow and dull or quick and sharp. There was never an in between. Then they met Caretaker, who after some time, was quickly revealed to be a fake working with Whumper. Whumpee had to admit, the way Caretaker had tricked them into believing they were genuine was actually quite smart.
For several months, there was a huge back and forth between the two, arguing and even hurting each other just to get to Whumpee and break them in any way possible. And now, several years later after their deaths, the memories still linger in Whumpee’s mind today. The road to recovery had been long. And painful even. But now Whumpee was happy, thriving and healthy. While they still weren’t fully healed from their trauma yet, they knew that someday they’d be like all the pretty flowers that grew in their garden.
Bold, happy and free.