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Post by FAUNA ROGERS on Sept 18, 2010 1:38:18 GMT -5
 It was just like it had been back then. The sunlight was streaming through their simple cottage windows as she stood at the stove, cooking bacon in the frying pan while the cows mooed from outside. It was so quiet and peaceful. She was just alone with her thoughts and her kitchen, cooking up breakfast for her and Billy, like always. This was back before there were any fairies running amuck in her mind, before Jessie, before anything had changed. It was calm.
Part of Sarah KNEW that this wasn't real, but that small part was overwhelmed by the NEED to believe that it WAS real. Just to pretend, for now. She needed this more than anything before she was forced back into the dark recesses of her own skull.
She caught her reflection in the small mirror that hung on the wall. A wedding gift from her parents. It had been so long since she had looked at that reflection and been able to identify it as belonging only and completely to herself. For the moment, she wasn't sharing that face or those eyes or that mouth with anyone else. For the moment she had control.
She wanted to turn around and run away from it all, but she couldn't. This was a memory, and she couldn't change the way it had happened, so for now she was just turning the bacon as it sizzled in the pan, and for now she didn't have a problem with that.
A hand ran its way down her arm. Sarah breathed in deeply, eyes widening. Oh, god. oh, god, no. Billy never showed up in these. Never. It was always just her alone. She couldn't handle being with him, knowing, remembering.
"And how's mah dahlin' wife tahday?"
She felt a sob rise and fall in her throat. She couldn't make it happen. That wasn't the way it had been the day this happened. It all was just like a scene playing on repeat and she couldn't break from the movements she had gone through.
"Well, Ahm just makin' some nice breakfast for mah big stahvin' husband." The words were hollow, bitter. The forced giggle that came after was just as unreal.
Then he kissed her. It wasn't as romantic as it was the first time. She was sure of that. This wasn't romantic at all. Just a bland, forced, hopeless cause. There would never be romance novels written about a situation like that. Ever. She was sure of-
The memory began to phase. She could feel herself losing her grip on the reality of her Wisconsin Kitchen, tumbling back into the amorphous darkness of her own mind while SHE got ready to get up.
She felt herself tumble back into the darkness, the cave, the cage.
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Post by FAUNA ROGERS on Jan 18, 2011 18:20:10 GMT -5
Sarah saw the shadows of unconsciousness slowly recede. They let part of her old country home slowly come into view again. This time she was in the bedroom, sitting on the edge of the bed, crying her eyes out. She knew what memory this was. She knew what had happened here. She felt all her hopes slip away as it dawned on her that even in the dreams which had previously been her only escape from living with-with- that BEAST, she now had to put up with the fairy, once again.
It was the night that she had found out about his cheating. It was the night that he had left her to go to that pregnant bitch Jessie. It was the night that the devil had come to Sarah in disguise, and offered her revenge.
"Oh, you poor dear! There there, it's okay, Mama's here. Mama Fauna's here for you now. I'm not gonna let mean old Billy hurt you any longer. It's okay..."
Sarah felt the arms of the woman wrap around her, like iron bars in an unbreakable grip. Sarah wanted to scream and pound on the arms and run away like the angel of death himself was flying after her, but instead she felt the memory of herself being soothed, unknowing, by the witch. There was nothing she could do to change the way events in the past had worked. Even in her dreams, she had to succumb to the grinning beast that had seduced her.
The tears started to slow in their race down her face, and Sarah looked up for the first time into the face of the elderly woman decked out in green who held her so tenderly.
"Hello Deary, I'm Fauna. I'm here to keep you safe..."
It was the last thing she saw that evening, as the dream came to an end and Sarah lost all sense of self, losing it to the elderly devil herself as she woke up.
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