| Violet Feathers | Creeper x OC

A Choice

I do not own anything except for my characters (Vivica, Amon, Axel, etc), the Galileus (but sadly I do not own the creature design), Cryptsin, and Cryal.

Quotes and meanings below.
"Speaking aloud"
'Speaking telepathically'
Subconscious thoughts, deep in the mind and cannot be heard by others at all.

Chapter 33: A Choice

Summer, 1967

The voice of a woman mutters throughout her kitchen, her voice soft as silk, yet emotions of worry and concern adorn her soothing voice.

"I just don't know what to do, Peter. She is so convinced that these delusions of hers are real, I feel like I am losing our daughter..." The woman's voice had drawn out, flooding with a sense of failure.

"Don't talk like that, please. She is only a child, children are known for their big imaginations. She is not lost, Julie. We took on this responsibility the day we signed those adoption papers. Remember?" The voice of her loving, supportive husband consoles.

The dim lighting from a single lit bulb illuminates the small, simple kitchen. Sat at the small table across from one another are Julie and Peter, dressed casually for this time of the century. Both adoptive parents had just finished putting their troubled, five-year-old daughter back to bed.

Julie speaks up again, her gaze meeting Peter's. Her soft hazel eyes reflect her troubled emotions, while his chestnut brown eyes hold positivity, love, and support.

"You don't hear what she says about this delusion of hers. She tells me such bizarre things...things I've never heard any child her age say. Do you know what she said to me tonight? She told me, that the lady in her closet opened up a door inside of her closet. She told me that the woman walked her through it and that she saw a pale man with black eyes and nails in his head. Nails! This is more than a child simply having a big imagination, Peter. She was so convinced that the door was real, to where she ended up clawing at the wall in the back of her closet trying to open it back up."

"Maybe she heard something from school? We don't have any idea what other parents tell their kids, and that talk could have made her have bad dreams." He attempts to make his wife think rationally, understanding how children work through information.

In the other room, a little girl with long black hair and a pink gown listens in on her parents' faint conversation. Despite not understanding most of what they are discussing, the tone of her mother's voice is enough to assure her that her mother does not believe her.

She begins to whimper and weep, closing her bedroom door before approaching her bed. Her mother had ensured that the little girl didn't have any light tonight so that she would not be able to see enough to stay up late. That was until a soft light had been drawn from within her closet.

The child climbs onto her bed to snuggle up against an adult figure sitting upon it. The figure is wearing tight black clothing that flares out into a long black robe that drapes down onto the ground. Gentle arms wrap themselves around the girl, a woman's hand strokes her hair.

A new voice speaks, coming from the adult female figure the girl is laying against, "...They do not need to believe you, sweetheart. They will not believe you, you will understand this when you are older. This is for the best...just know, I will protect you until my last dying breath. You are special, Alma. Just know that you will always be my precious little girl..."

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Staring off into the distance, the entire world around me had been entirely zoned out. For how long, I do not know.