A Nightmare (Closed to Robert.)

[sweetandripe]

"I love you, I'm so proud of you" Virginia said, smiling at her daughter and dropping her hand to her daughter's brown hair. Smiling, she ushered her along to go play with the others and watches as they all ran along the beach together. Corry, her bright star, taking her youngest sister's hand and smiling as they played together even as the blood covered her daughter's hands. The stain spreading from one to the other. "Corry... Corry, let go of her."

Her voice raised in panic even as she ran towards her children, watching as one by one they stumbled and fell into the sand. Her living daughter, her bright star, clutching the tiny hand of her daughter as she stumbled too and pulled Corry with her. She had been so small, she'd barely drawn breath when she was taken too. Virginia stumbled, reaching for Corry as she too began to struggle to breath, to live.

"No, no, no, not you too. No, Corry breathe. Breathe for me, please- please-" Virginia began watching her daughter's face turn pale, and cold, and-


She woke crying, gasping for breath before she covered her tear stained face with her hands. Shoulders shaking, she drew in breath loudly as she tried to regain control over herself. But the tears wouldn't stop, she kept seeing her every time she closed her eyes. Red hair tangled in her hands, pale and lifeless just like the others buried in her garden. She couldn't go through that again, she couldn't bury another child.

"I can't- not again," Virginia mumbled, disorientated and grief stricken until she felt something- someone stir beside her. Robert, Robert was home and she couldn't- she couldn't cry when he was here. He couldn't see her like this. Burying her face in her hands, she turned away from him and hid her face. "Go back to sleep."

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[scaledtokill]

Robert still hadn't gotten used to sleeping in the house. It was the lack of any waves, the missing sounds of the ocean that made it restless for him. He hadn't realized just how used to those sounds he had become until she stayed away from them for several nights and found he didn't sleep quite as well as he had before. If it wasn't for the comfortable presence of his wife in bed next to him he wondered if he would get any sleep at all.

If it hadn't been for the fact that he slept so lightly since coming to the house he might not have even heard the crying. For a moment he brushed it off as just his imagination, just the creaking of the house that had sounded like a cry. When he heard it again though he rolled over, remembering that there was a child in the house now that had recently lost their mother.

"Heard crying," he mumbled to Virginia as she told him to go back to sleep. "I should go check on Gabrielle."