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

The Hearth part 2

Something was wrong.

Something.... had changed.

It was a sensation that had made her jump out of her bed and then roam the room, her small legs carrying her back and forth before she end up looking past the window.

Since the very day Crucabena had disappeared from the sights of the children without warning to this very moment...the world seemed to shift into something else entirely.

At first....it was a sense of wrongness, of unease that poked at her skin like from within and without like an army of small needles. The inner clock of her mind already ringing loud and clear that the patterns had changed, that what little life he had experienced here was no longer the same.

Making her heartbeat spike at each shadow, sleep an illusive and bygone thought at night.

Then...at the wake of the second day it changed, again.

Turning from such dark thoughts into a strange sense of calm and peace, like pulling the covers of a curtain in fear of what laid behind...only to find that there was nothing more but an old and trusty wall like any other day before it.

The heart may still throb fast...but there was now some kind of reassurance to know it was all just your imagination. It wasn't hard to know why...

The presence of their "Mother" in the large halls and corridors of the House seemingly having lifted from her shoulders without warning.

The lack of utter pressure and darkness from what laid behind that mask of "motherly" love and "kindness" surprising her more than she would like to admit. As if the world was not complete without it.

But as the hours passed...such thoughts started to erode as-well.

It was...as if she could finally breath without a hand clutching her throat.

Like she had been standing all this time and had finally been able to sit down.

She didn't know what the opinion of the other children was, or if they had ever taken notice of that thing that lurked beneath the gentle eyes of their "mother".

But for her....

It felt....nice.

However nothing lasts, good things first of all.

Peruere did not know what it was, or what it could be...only that she felt it hovering in the air. Leaving a murkiness behind, while at times it became clearer and...softer.

That strange unease had returned in her heart, yet one that did not chide in frantic pain or fear like an animal having a premonition of its end...but one that did with...curiosity?

She didn't understand.

She was never curious..period, so why did she feel that way?

It felt wrong.

It was wrong.

And so, a pair of red X eyes could only stare in silence at the way the twilight of the day died out into the night. How the bright, warm colors of the daylight bleed out in the horizon as the cold void and a mantle of stars took their place.

Left...to wonder now that she had nothing else to do.

''Perrie..''

It felt that everything had changed when Clervie had shared with her the news of what happened to her mother. That tale that was strange and broken into blurry segments that either her friend would not tell her...or could not remember.