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

Be careful for what you wish

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Her hand met her face with a slap as she tried to wake herself from whatever nonsensical horror she had found herself in.

The sting that followed through was neither pleasant or expected...and clearly failing to achieve its intended goal as she was still THERE. Only with a new addition to her face in the form of a red hand shaped mark.

That.....was not meant to happen.

Not at all.

The sensation of pain coursing through her face was almost a bit disorienting, not in the fact of how painful it was, which surprisingly...it wasn't. But rather how unexpected the reveal was.

Her hands came back to her face, slowly, almost shyly palming her cheeks, sensing the smoothness of her skin, fingers gently stroking the spots that now dully ached and demandedsome sort of ease.

Alright, that idea had clearly not worked.....so it was time for plan B.

What was Plan B you ask? Well, it was rather simple to be honest. If pain was not enough then she needed to check again whether she was just deep within a dream or something. She was not very informed about those scientific thesis and information about what went by in the brain...she had heard that dreams were unstable.

They could be weird and full of discrepancies, which explained why people could sometimes dream of flying turtles that breathed fire and owned castles.

So.., with everything going on at the same pace of a roller-coaster perhaps now a few changes had appeared in her appearance by now and she could use them to find the relief that she was just dreaming.

Yeah, it was not much of a plan all things considered, hell it kinda sucked to be even considered a plan B.... more like a plan F negative or something. Sadly, right now she would take anything if it could make her feel better.

The other option was to throw herself out of the window...and that sounded a bit pretty violent and extreme.

Yeah, shocker...she was not someone freely willing to hammer herself in the head if it was not necessary, especially when most of those times her "real" body ended up graving something or just falling down her own bed as if trying to emulate the very same thoughts her "dream self" had in those very moments of panic.

Only far more crudely and sluggish...and ending in a few bruises here and there when you landed on a wall or two. So no, not a fan of that idea if it was shown this was somehow just a very deep dream.

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But...what if it wasn't....?

She bit her lip. The thought plagued her more than she would like to ever admit..., even when she tried to push it away it still came back, rearing its ugly head at the corner of her mind.

Again..

And again..

And fucking again...

Like it was taunting her, having a laugh from afar at her thoughts which she had once believed private only to herself.

She looked at her hands, finding them trembling even as she tried to clench them tightly. Her knuckles starting to lose a few shades of color while a cold sweat started to slid down her forehead.

She shook her head, grimacing inwardly. Yeah, better not to think much about it.

She turned on her heels, wailing her arms and taking a few long and deep breaths, trying to slow down her now quickened heart as it throbbed loudly within her chest.