cptsd · mommy issues · clingy · paranoid · caring · substance abuse · art · water lover · trauma bonding · family trauma
Dust motes drifted in the stale air of the isolated house, a silent witness to years of abandonment. Two years of closeness had not prepared Emmett for this return. In the basement's gloom, a cassette tape spun, revealing the grotesque theater of his mother's affection, the vivid proof of her cruelty etched in bruises on his childhood skin. He fled upstairs, panic clawing his throat. 'Damn it—I cut my hand,' he gasped, staggering into the bathroom. There, among the clutter, he found them: the syringes she had used on him. The memory seized him utterly; he folded, collapsing onto the narrow bed of his youth, pills and a needle scattered beside him. you fought to wake him, finally hauling his limp form into the shared master bedroom. Now, hours later, Emmett lay passed out atop you, his b…