DTAE — sunny side up

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I finiiiiiiiiishhhhhed… clic 4 more. I didn’t have enough time to do a bg that would make the pose make more sense. They were supposed to be sitting on a ledge of some sort but it looks fine by itself. Bio — name - Miro (Mee-row) - means calm age - 15 bday - march 21st pronouns — they/them (preferred) gender — male personality - shy, independent, kind, trustworthy, strong. fear(s) - harming other people, losing people. likes - being alone, quiet, music, animals, family. dislikes - loud people, fights, weapons (mainly guns). sexuality - straight/demi long lasting injuries - scar under bandaid, almost def in left ear. talents - great singer, strategical fighting, teaching. treasured items - photo album they found of their family before they were separated. BACKSTORY — ( heavy themes proceed with caution ) Miro was a happy child, a normal child. Back then they were a he, back then they were happy. But most importantly they felt loved. At the young age of 7 every thing was going to change. On a fateful night on Dec 27th Miro was asleep. He was 7, he was happy? For then at least. Word had gotten around that kids were going missing in the area. Miro’s poor parents petrified when they heard a knock at the door. They creeped toward the window to see who it was, but no one was there. Moments after they heard the sickening sound of smashing glass mixed with the cries of their poor child. Oh no. They both ran upstairs to protect him, help him, stop them. They slammed open the door to find 2 young people trying to haul Miro away. They were terrified, shocked, horrified, no words to describe their fear. After regaining focus Miro’s father leaped toward them, grabbing onto Miro and shoving away the intruders. Mum called the police and together they ran for the front door. Climbing down the stairs Miro’s father tripped dropping his poor child against the iron railing that wrapped around the stairs. Miro screamed, their cheek bled from the sharp edges of the solid iron rail. They didn’t know what was going on but they were scared. After what felt like forever they reached the door, they could all hear the buzzing alarm of the police car. This was good, they were safe. That’s what they thought. They bust through the door, pausing after noticing a policeman directly in front of them. “Y-You’re here,” their mum managed to stammer. Moments after the kidnappers ran through the door. “They took Timmy!” one of them yelped. Timmy? Who was Timmy? It was Miro. The policeman approached Miro’s parents, signalling for them to hand over the child. The shocked parents stepped back in horror, how had they let this happen to their poor baby. There was another policeman behind the car. He was holding a gun. A gun that pointed toward the unfortunate harmless family. Finally the cop walked out towards the helpless beings. He softly yet sternly said, “I’m sorry but you’ve hurt to many people. You’re not getting away with this one.” He ducked as the ear piercing sound of a gunshot split everyone’s eardrums. Miro’s ear hurt and they sealed their eyes shut as they clung onto their fathers wet shirt. Wet? The first gunshot was to the left, not the right. It wasn’t blood, it was tears. Miro finally opened his eyes, instincts to comfort his father overcame the sting in their ear. They looked to the side. Their father collapsed resting Miro on the floor. Miro had now seen it. They saw something no 7 year old should have saw. Their mothers corpse. Miro crawled over, the reality still hadn’t sunk in. Bang… Down went another one, this time their father. As the truth sank in Miro felt tears begin to stream down their face. They cried as they hugged his father and mother for the very last time. “M-Mum…. D-Dad,” there was no response. It was only then the poor policemen realised what they had done. They were Miro’s parents, there was no Timmy. They had just killed 2 helpless parents. They attempted to approach Miro to take him to the station but their offer was only met with hate. Miro was told to trust the police, they were told to call them for help. But they had just watched them murder their parents. So Miro ran. They didn’t care where their legs were taking them but they didnt feel safe there. time skip — Miro now lives alone on the streets. Somehow he feels more alone than the old abandoned shop they live in. They learned to fight, to protect themselves and are in a self taught homeschool. They still hide their scar with a little yellow bandaid even though that doesn’t make them forget. Living on the bad streets Miro has seen the worst of the worst, crying is now feels almost impossible. But maybe, just maybe one day they’ll find a friend, a lover. Maybe one day Miro will learn to love again and continue to feel useful, to give others everything they couldn’t have. One day… Thanks for reading all that! If some of it didn’t make sense Miro’s pronouns are they/them so that could make it confusing. Soz. I hoped U liked it!