Owen oneshots

The same nightmare

(THIS IS PLATONIC. THEY ARE SIBLINGS. PLEASE DON'T MAKE THIS WEIRD)

Trigger warning(s): abuse (there could be more, but I'm not sure what is and isn't triggers for people, so sorry!)

First person POV
POV: Owen's
Owen's age during dream: Six
Danielle's age during dream: Four

Owen's age after dream: Fourteen
Danielle's age after dream: Twelve

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"Mama, mama! Look, look!" I shout excitedly, a childish smile on my face as I point to a dog walking outside of our house, their owner following close behind said dog.

"Ahw, look at that, sweetie pie. It's a very cute dog." Mama responds as she takes a look at the dog.

"But please focus on the oil, sweetie. I don't want you to get hurt." Mama adds.

"Oh, right! On it, Mama!" I respond as I look over at the oil boiling in the pot. I was on watch duty, in case there were any problems. If there were any oopsies, I was to tell Mama. I move to put my hand down on the counter

"Ah- Careful, sweet pea!" Mama says. I look to where I was moving my hand, but it was too late. The bottle of cooking oil already went tumbling off the counter, splashing on to Mama's new dress, and falling on the floor.

"Ah! I'm sorry, Mama! I didn't mean to do that.." I say, my face contorting in guilt.

Normally, Mama would tell me it's alright and help me clean it up. But this time, she was silent. She must've been reeeeaaall mad...

"Uh... Mama..?" I speak, my voice filled with worry and nervousness.

"..What is wrong with you?!" She yells. I flinch.

"Eh- M-mama, I'm sorry! I didn't m-mean to do it!" I say, my eyes already watering up. She's silent for a few moments as I continue to spew out apologies before she speaks again.

"Give me your arm, sweetie." Mama speaks in a sweet and calming voice.

"Uh... H-huh?" I choke out.

Owen...

"I said to give me your fucking arm!" She repeats, the sweetness gone from her voice. Not even a second later, she grabs my right arm and leads me over to the pot of boiling oil.

"M-mama!" I cry. I suddenly hear Dani's voice from behind me.

"Mommy...? Why are you yelling...?" Dani asks quietly. Mama doesn't respond to her.

Owen...?

"This is what bad boys get, Owen." She says before putting me on to the little step stool and moving my arm, moving it dangerously close to the oil.

"Mama! Mama, stop it, please!" I beg, tears streaming down my cheeks.

Owen...!

"Mommy! Mommy, stop! Don't hurt him!" I hear Dani shriek from behind me. I see her out of the corner of my eye grabbing Mama's dress and tugging on it desperately, trying to get Mama to stop. Mama kicks Dani away with one of her heels. She starts to move my arm into the oil.

"Mama!!! "

Owen!

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"Owen!!"

My body jolts up, squirming away from whoever was shaking me.

"Are you okay, Owen? You were shaking." I look over and see Danielle. I then look down at my arm. It was shaking worse than it usually did after the nightmare.

"..Was it...?" Danielle asks hesitantly. I give a small nod. She frowns.

"Owen..." She mumbles quietly. She goes to touch my head, but I move away from her.

"Right. No touching..." She says to herself. She looks at me for a few seconds before looking over at my backpack. She then opens it open, looking in it for a while before pulling something out.

"Here." She says as she holds out my stuffed bear.

It was old, fragile. That made sense, considering that I had it since I was just a toddler. I take the bear, holding it close to my chest. I bring my legs up to my chest, my tail wrapping around my legs in an effort to soothe myself.

Danielle closes the door before turning off the lights in the room, making it completely dark.

"Just breathe, Owen. It's going to be alright. In... and out..." She speaks in a soothing tone, her voice so quiet that it would probably be inaudible to most.

I do as she says, taking breaths in when she tells me to and breathing out when told, slowly claiming down.

"Owen...?" Danielle asks after a few minutes. I don't respond, but I do shift myself so that I'm closer to her.

"Can I touch you now..?" Danielle asks. I look at her for a few seconds before slowly placing my hand on hers. She can't see me, but I can see her.

"Okay." She responds before wrapping her arms around me, fumbling a bit because of the darkness. I don't hug her back, but my tail curls around her.

"It's okay, Owen. You're okay now. You don't have to worry anymore..." Her voice comforts me as she very gently and slowly rubs my back.

I close my eyes, only for a moment, wishing she were really here.

I open my eyes...

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She's gone.

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