How NOT to be a mother in a doomed story (Oc story)

The end of the nightmare

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Despair...

A total, utter lack of hope.

A simple word whose meaning seemed cheap to what it tried to refer to, a single word merely used as a quaint and impersonal description of that searing feeling of emptiness and hopelessness that takes over ones own body and wrecks it from the inside out like a hungry breast mauling its prey.

An emotion that could bring the worst in people, a poison that festered so deep inside and yet in such terrible silence, away from the prying eyes of the world before such sinful flower bloomed in all its glory.

Slowly or rapidly gnawing away at the morals or resolve of one person infected of it, leaving cracks where there before had been purity and kindness, and chips and dents where there had been peace and honesty.

A needle so small yet so sharp that poked and poked, its itch one that could not be ignored nor fought. A sting that could be found anywhere and everywhere, most of all...in the hearts of every living being.

Piercing them, wrapping around them, playing and toying with the souls that it tainted with its touch, leaving nothing but a cruel emptiness inside that could not truly be filled.

A terrible thing to experience through ones own flesh.., even more to see it happen with your own living eyes in the life of another. To see those faces and eyes that one knew or believed so....become ruptured and twisted.

Leaving nothing but embittered husks of their former selves

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That was why everyone loathed such word.

Despised what it meant and what it brought.

And so it was normal for why everyone seemed to laud hope at every step of the way.

Calling it the strength of character against adversity, the perseverance of those who did not give up against a problem, that only through it could one escape the clutches of dark times and bring a better version of themselves at the end of that perilous road.

To have hope was to have dreams.

To hope was to wish and think the better of the world.

To hope was to lend a welcoming hand and smile to the world around you.

Lessons ever taught since one was little, repeated to nausea time and time again as one grows and gets older.

It was true that it may not been everyones cup of tea, but compared with the slimy darkness of despair it was a simple choice to surrender themselves instead to the light they called hope.

So easily..

So readily..

All without knowing that they were just two sides of the same coin. No truly understanding that too much of that same light they considered benign could make people do........stupid things.

Take risks they otherwise would never have.

Blind and easily deceived by simple ploys playing in front of their eyes..

And when tragedy struck anyways, they would try to cling to that very same hope they had become drunk of until that very same moment. Tugging the cord to keep them afloat from the waters threatening to swallow them whole..only for their horror to realize that the rope they desperately clung to was rotten to the core before they hit the ground like a rock.