Your oc adopted Arden when she (Im gonna use the she/her pronouns for them in this) was young. You two lived happily till she was in 4th grade. When she came home from school, she was trembling, and her eyes were wide. But no matter what you asked her, she wouldn't talk at all. A month passed, and she still continued to stay mute. You were getting worried about what had happened that day.

Arden: *she tilted her head before taking them*

Arden: *she stared at them for a bit in a sort of confused way*

Arden: *she thought for a moment before sketching something: two stick figures, one taller than the other, one was crying, the other had a sort of oval shape between its legs*

Arden: *she wrote "Me" over the shorter one, and "Man who took off my clothes" over the taller one*

Arden: *she tilted her head and nodded* Just wanna say- Young Arden is basically just pastel- large pink fluffy sweater, Jean's with glitter on the pockets, and sneakers))

Arden: *she shook her head*

Rae no-)) Arden: *she nodded and smiled*

Arden: *she went to her room and got in bed* I am n o t gonna rp of someone getting beat up if you dont mind ^^'))

Arden: *she was asleep*

Arden: *she s l e p t*

✨Timeskip✨)) Arden: *by the next morning, she had gotten into Raes bed beside her, snuggling close to her chest*

Arden: *her eyes fluttered open, and she yawned*

Arden: *she smiled* Good morning, mommy.

Arden: *she nodded and smiled wider*

Arden: Cuz.

Arden: I didnt really wanna.

Arden: Sorry if I worried you...

Arden: *she buried her face in her chest*

Arden: ......... Mommy?

Arden: I'm hungry..

Arden: .... My tummy feels kinda funny....

Arden: No, but.... It just feels funny...

Arden just stared at her for a few seconds before going back to what she was doing, which was drawing.

She looked up at her again before getting another piece of paper and beginning to draw something new, yet this one seemed different than what she usually drew.

Once she finished, she picked it up and held it up to Andromeda. It was two stick figures standing next to each other, one shorter than the other. The smaller one had two sticks for "hair" and was crying. The bigger one was smiling evily and had a sort of stick between its legs.

She furrowed her brows as she placed the drawing back down and sketched something. She lifted it back up to show she had written "Me" with an arrow pointing to the crying one.

She huffed and set the paper back down, writing something else with an arrow pointing to the other one; "Man who took off my clothes"

She stared into her eyes before looking down and beginning to cry.

She siffed and clung to her, whimpering.