Anonymous Thu 11 Jul 2024 19:48:23 No.67309277 Report

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>>67309244
E4 Fang hallucinates herself in E1.

Anonymous Thu 11 Jul 2024 20:22:18 No.67310028 Report

>>67309277

>Exhaustion rears it's head. Pulling all-nighters with Amber and then turning right around and working with highschoolers is running me dry. Anon, the saint, has done all he can. Days off, sitters the works but I'm still just barely scraping by.
>I lay awake as I hear Anon putting her to bed. I can't bring myself to sleep while I know she's awake. Regardless of whether I know Anon is in there or not. Maternal instincts are a bitch. Reminds me I need to apologize to mom ten times over.
>I hear the silence come on and my body finally lets go. I'm out the instant it happens.
>Fever dreams have been tormenting me lately. Dreams of Amber getting sick or hurt. Anon being pulled away from me. Nightmares, really. I don't particularly fall into one this time, just a gentle blackness.
>I'm shocked up as I hear Amber stir, a quiet whine through the baby monitor. I dart over to the door, glancing back to see the sleeping body of my husband. I open the door and borderline sprint next door to her small room.
>I open the door and blink as sunlight strikes my eyes. Sunlight? It's the middle of the night!
>My eyes clear and I find myself standing back in highschool. Ah, nightmare it is. I sigh and relax a bit. At least Amber's fine.
>This scene's odd, however. Nothing I recognize. I'm at the entrance to school, early. The only time I ever stooped low enough to show early was for punishments. Must be that, then.
>I step forward and take feel that my bag is noticeably heavier than usual. Odd.
>I make my way to the principals but my feet refuse to continue as I pass by a classroom. I feel myself stop. I shred of panic flits across me as I can't control my actions. It's a dream. I'll be fine. No nightmare can hurt me.
>I find myself taking my bag off my shoulder as I open the door. Right this is Naser's first period room. Was.
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Anonymous Thu 11 Jul 2024 20:30:18 No.67310209 Report

Quoted By: >>67310303

>>67310028
>Naser and Naomi are chatting as I open the door. Eyes on me. I feel a disgust creep through me. The prying eyes still haunt me.
>My hand grasps something. It's cold and metallic. I glance down to see I've...
>I'm armed. I watch in slow motion as the hand, my hand, draws the firearm. It's the revolver dad keeps at the house, just in case.
>I watch in horror as I point it right at Naomi. I feel the weight of the trigger. I slam my eyes shut and feel the kick, the heat and the snap. I feel my arm move. I fight it.
>Another shot rings out, then a a few more. I still refuse to open my eyes. I don't want to see whatever this stress fueled hellscape has cooked. Why would this ever happen?
>I open my eyes for the briefest moment. Red. Lots and lots of red. They slam shut once more. I choke back a retching sob. This isn't real. I love Naser. I would never hurt him. I even somewhat made up with Naomi. I couldn't ever... could I?
>My feet are taking me somewhere again. I can't open my eyes. I feel more shots aimed, then fired as I move. I don't want to see this. I don't need to. I want to wake up, go back to my loving family.
>I feel a cool breeze as I open my eyes. The roof. Is it over? My question is answered as I hear a noise in the foggy morning behind me.
>I whip around and up my arm comes. I can't shut my eyes in time as I feel the shot ring off.
>I watch in horror as the figure materializes. It's Anon.
>His leg is leaking. My eyes go wide as I watch the red wet stain form on his pants. He steps forward and I step back. His arms are held out and I pull further away. No. No I-
>I can't move back anymore. It's as far back as I can go. Unless...
>I try to step back once more but am physically stopped. My wings and leg hit something. I'm pressed flat against something. I look forward to see Anon inches from me. He leans in as I flinch.
>"Lucy." a voice whispers into my ear.
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Anonymous Thu 11 Jul 2024 20:34:44 No.67310303 Report

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>>67310209
>I start to focus. Anon didn't call me that until after highschool.
>"Lucy." another whisper as I feel a hand brush against my face. I blink and the world is dark.
>I palm my hands against the surface behind me. It's a smooth cool wall. I recognize it. I recognize everything.
>Anon is leaning into me, sleepy and worried. We're in the hallway, right outside our bedroom.
>"Lucy?" I feel my body relax as I lean forward into him.
>"God..." I relax
>"You okay?" his voice is gentle and nearly silent
>"Had a horrible nightmare. Guess I sleepwalked out here, too."
>I'm gently patted as I'm pulled back to bed.
>Anon speak as we return. "I'm calling off. We need a break. No matter." I cringe. I hate having to do this but he squeezes my hand. He's putting his foot down.
>We settle back into bed and I start to fade but Anon makes a bit of conversation beforehand.
>"What was it about?"
>My stomach churns.
>"I dreamt I...hurt Naomi and Naser."
>I'm snuggled up to. "How awful. Hope you can have some nicer dreams soon." I sigh in his embrace. I find myself falling asleep again, hopefully this time without another terror, all too real.

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>>67309282
A callback. Can do. Water break first.