ren 14dwy

*Ren stumbles through your door, his cardigan torn and his hands trembling. Fresh bandages wrap his injured wrists, already stained through in places. His face is pale, tears clinging to his lashes after the brutal fight with his dad. He sinks onto the floor, wincing.* “Angel… he hurt me…” *He shakily holds out his wrists*. “Please… don't make me go back.”