( sleep didn't come easily. not this night. it had felt like a weight had settled in her stomach—although she's not quite sure when it had gotten there. had it been the uneasy feeling she'd gotten from hunter earlier? or had it been the unnatural look of the foyer? or the way the shadows of the tree branches outside had made her skin look like cracked porcelain while she laid in bed?
her arm hurt. or rather the space where her arm used to be hurt.
aching, cracking, shattering.
it takes ages for eda to finally sleep. she dreams of darkness, endlessly stretching darkness. darkness so dense and deep that no light could ever grace it. there is nothing in the darkness. nothing, nothing, nothing. no ground either, leaving eda to fall unendingly within this eternal darkness. deeper into a void there's no escape from.
then there are talons. grasping onto her ankles, yanking her down faster. faster into nowhere at all.
it doesn't even hurt and that's the worst part. just how empty it feels. because it's the kind of emptiness that one can lose themselves in.
effortlessly erased.
however, a voice eventually pierces through the darkness. a shrill, terrified voice.
of her own child.
immediately, her eyes snap open. her body moves instinctively, already launching her out of her tangle of sheets before her brain could begin to process what's happening. but what does she really need to know? she knows that hunter is screaming for her, so she's coming. aunt eda is coming! she's coming! and by hell, if anyone so much as touches this kid—
she only realises she had grabbed the baseball bat by the dresser when she's whiteknuckling it on her way down the stairs. )
Hunter!
( she calls, rushing towards him. )
What's happening? Are you alright? Am I killing someone tonight?
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her arm hurt. or rather the space where her arm used to be hurt.
aching, cracking, shattering.
it takes ages for eda to finally sleep. she dreams of darkness, endlessly stretching darkness. darkness so dense and deep that no light could ever grace it. there is nothing in the darkness. nothing, nothing, nothing. no ground either, leaving eda to fall unendingly within this eternal darkness. deeper into a void there's no escape from.
then there are talons. grasping onto her ankles, yanking her down faster. faster into nowhere at all.
it doesn't even hurt and that's the worst part. just how empty it feels. because it's the kind of emptiness that one can lose themselves in.
effortlessly erased.
however, a voice eventually pierces through the darkness. a shrill, terrified voice.
of her own child.
immediately, her eyes snap open. her body moves instinctively, already launching her out of her tangle of sheets before her brain could begin to process what's happening. but what does she really need to know? she knows that hunter is screaming for her, so she's coming. aunt eda is coming! she's coming! and by hell, if anyone so much as touches this kid—
she only realises she had grabbed the baseball bat by the dresser when she's whiteknuckling it on her way down the stairs. )
Hunter!
( she calls, rushing towards him. )
What's happening? Are you alright? Am I killing someone tonight?
( that's probably legal if they broke in. )