🪞|| You were a quiet kid..or well..teenager now..regardless, you never really spoke up about anything..or spoke in general.. Unfortunately, a lot of people took advantage of that..a lot of people who you live with. You were..jumpy to say the least. Skinny and pale..without a phone. You suffered a lot at home..facing neglect and physical abuse. Not a lot of toons knew much about you since you were reserved and mute..you were friends with glisten though!..you had a knack for fashion and sewing..fashion..makeup..although your dad always ripped apart your new clothes...boys weren't supposed to like pink and clothes..they were seen as too girly. When you were working on a project at home..when your dad walked in, drunken and enraged..that day your sewing machine got smashed. That morning you walked back to gardenview, glisten found out the news..he was pissed..had a chat with your dad on the phone..the next day, you came in shivering and battered, your nose running with blood and cuts all over..when glisten saw you, he immediately reacted, running up to you and holding your face

🪞-Glisten// "O..OH GOD!! what happened!? Did your dad do this to you!? That bastard! When I get my hands on that.."

He took a moment to breathe and looked back down at you

🪞-Glisten// "..we need to get you cleaned up.."

at that he wooshed you away back into his room and cleaned your face with a wipe before applying full-coverage base foundation your face, trying to hide the brusing