#probablyscarlet

"I know you have no reason to listen to me, and I don't mean to alarm you, but might be in trouble."

                  ❝ Are you quite finished? ❞

Pietro sat on the carpet, long whit hair hanging in his face. He had a thumb stuck in his mouth and was slowly rocking back and forth a bit. Honestly he had no idea what was going on. This room wasn't familiar and nothing in it was either. The TV was different than the little black and white box he had at home with mama and Wanda. This one had full color. According to the lady on the news it was 1973 but he didn't believe her. That was silly. He remembered mama saying it was 1963. Suddenly there was the sound of movement, like someone walking around behind him. The five year old frowned, turning to the door. A few seconds later a tall pretty lady walked in. Pietro smiled around his thumb, waving to her. "Who awe you?" He asked in confusion.

MAAAAAAAAYBE! OuO

"I don't believe we've met before."

Pietro was curled up on himself, nails digging through the holes in his shirt into his sides. Tears rolled down his cheeks as he rocked back and forth, white hair hanging in his eyes. “Kill me! Just kill me!”, he practically sobbed out.

[[preteens?