𝓣𝓱𝓸𝓻𝓷𝓼 • 𝒜𝓇𝓇ℴ𝓌

0.9| ℒ𝑒𝑔𝒶𝒸𝒾𝑒𝓈 𝑜𝒻 𝓅𝒶𝒾𝓃

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Chloé did not allow the smile on her wine red lips to falter. Despite the piercing ache in her eyes, the dull echoing conversations and fake laughter making it only worse. Drawing her into her memories.

Everything was beyond her reach, as her eyes fluttered open and closed. The blistering light piercing through her skull like a bullet, Liliane and Théo where crying but it seemed to fade from her reach as her eyes fell shut once more.

When her eyes opened once more she knew it had been some time because everything was completely dark and she could hear voices arguing, whispering again. She knew the voices but could not quite place them.

'I can't, you know why.' Said a harsh, cold voice with a french accent. One that left her afraid, terrified. Unable to calm to racing beat of her heart. 'If I could I would have already done it.'

'Yes because you simply want all this to go away.' The softer voice with a thicker accent snapped and just like that she felt safe again. Felt protected. 'You don't actually care about any of your children. Just your image.'

'Of course I care!' Hissed the harsher voice and at last Chloé was able to recognize the voice. Vivienné, her mother. She was here? Was it possible that she truly did actually care for them? She had always told them that what she did to them was for their own good, that she simply wanted to make them stronger.

As a child she had believed every word of it. Why shouldn't she? She was there mother and even if she hid it she did love them it seemed. Why else would she be here if she wasn't.

'They're my children.' Vivienné declared in the firmest voice Chloé had ever heard from her. 'And it kills me that this happened right under my nose, while I was too busy caring more about work. You said it yourself Charléne, if we don't do something it will kill her. I've already lost Matthéo because I was too blind to his pain, I can't lose her too.'

Chloé felt on the verge of tears as despite the pain wracking her body she could not help but give in to the relief as all her worries seemed to slip away. She really did love them. Underneath her facade, she really did care.

'Alright, Vivienné.' Said the other woman a waver in her voice, her grand-mother, Charléne. 'I'll do it, for Chloé's sake. But from this day onward, you'll get them support, all of them and let me visit.'

'Of course, anything.' Breathed Vivienné with a faint sniffle.

Was she crying? Because of her? The only time Chloé had seen her cry was after their father was in the hospital or when he'd been placed into the coma. Now she was crying because of her.

As she forced her eyes open, she found Charléne standing over her as she gripped tight to the necklace that was always around her neck, a beautiful silver locket with a stone as black as midnight embedded at the center.

Yet it was not Charléne as Chloé stared up at her, eyes wide after what felt like an eternity did she realize.

Charléne's eyes where glowing, a pure brilliant silver blue, yet the white's of her eyes where pitch black. Chloé could not help her gasp as she placed a hand as cold as ice upon her head. 'Rest, dear.' She said with a voice that seemed to bounce through the air all around them, echoing out into the darkness. 'It'll all be over when you wake.'

Despite her attempts to, Chloé could not fight off the cold grip of unconsciousness as it dragged her under. An ice cold chill sweeping through her every muscle, settling deep in her bones.

Leaving in it's wake, sheer and utter dread deep within her heart.

She drew in a breath, snapping back to reality. To this day she still wasn't entirely sure just what to make of the memory. Part of her wanted to believe it was just some withdrawal addled hallucination, but she knew it wasn't.