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tamingthemuseTitle: Mother
Fandom: Original
Prompt: #446 - Foreshadow
Words: 507
Warnings: Discussion of suicide, mentally ill character
Rating: T
Summary: Mother left, claiming she could see what was going to happen. Now the same is happening to me.
Mother had always said that she knew exactly what was going to happen to her, long before it actually happened.
Father told her that was impossible, but she insisted she was right.
I didn’t want to choose, but they were always arguing so loudly, that eventually I agreed with Father and told her that she was being silly, there was no way that she could tell what was about to happen.
I regret that now.
Perhaps if I had listened with her, she could have told me how to deal with all of this knowledge. I have no idea what to do, or who to believe. I don’t even know if I really know that these things are happening, or if I believe they’re going to happen so they end up happening. Maybe if I hadn’t believed my wife was going to leave me, I wouldn’t have driven her away.
Mother left Father before he could be driven away. I was left behind too, as she left the house screaming at him that she wasn’t going to put up with being called a liar.
Nobody ever saw her again after that. The people around town said that she had ended up killing herself in order to be left alone, but I don’t know if that’s true.
I don’t know what I’ll end up doing.
If mother really ended up doing that, I can see why. There’s no reason to stay like this, with everyone always questioning you and acting like there’s no way that anything you say can be correct. I don’t want to do this anymore, I want to be left alone by these dreams.
I don’t want to know things.
Mother loved knowing things. Maybe she cursed me to see these things, or maybe she knew she wouldn’t need to, that I’d get this way anyways.
I don’t know if I had treated her better if she would have helped me deal with it.
Part of me wants to say that she loved me, so of course she would have. The other part of me says that she would have left me to deal with it on my own, that she thought that people should have to deal with things on their own. Maybe she knows what’s going on now, and she’s not bothering to come back and help me.
I could have used her help. I could have used help from anyone, but it’s not likely that it’d do any good now. There’s been too much time, too much wasted, too much that I can’t undo. I can see that there’s no hope, even without those dreams. There’s no way that they’ll ever forgive me, ever let me come back.
Mother never came back, and I’ll never know why. I wanted my mother when I was younger, but now I don’t want her, because she’s always the one that brings the bad things with her. She foreshadows doom, and I’m the one left behind to suffer.
I loved her, but I still hate her.
Fandom: Original
Prompt: #446 - Foreshadow
Words: 507
Warnings: Discussion of suicide, mentally ill character
Rating: T
Summary: Mother left, claiming she could see what was going to happen. Now the same is happening to me.
Mother had always said that she knew exactly what was going to happen to her, long before it actually happened.
Father told her that was impossible, but she insisted she was right.
I didn’t want to choose, but they were always arguing so loudly, that eventually I agreed with Father and told her that she was being silly, there was no way that she could tell what was about to happen.
I regret that now.
Perhaps if I had listened with her, she could have told me how to deal with all of this knowledge. I have no idea what to do, or who to believe. I don’t even know if I really know that these things are happening, or if I believe they’re going to happen so they end up happening. Maybe if I hadn’t believed my wife was going to leave me, I wouldn’t have driven her away.
Mother left Father before he could be driven away. I was left behind too, as she left the house screaming at him that she wasn’t going to put up with being called a liar.
Nobody ever saw her again after that. The people around town said that she had ended up killing herself in order to be left alone, but I don’t know if that’s true.
I don’t know what I’ll end up doing.
If mother really ended up doing that, I can see why. There’s no reason to stay like this, with everyone always questioning you and acting like there’s no way that anything you say can be correct. I don’t want to do this anymore, I want to be left alone by these dreams.
I don’t want to know things.
Mother loved knowing things. Maybe she cursed me to see these things, or maybe she knew she wouldn’t need to, that I’d get this way anyways.
I don’t know if I had treated her better if she would have helped me deal with it.
Part of me wants to say that she loved me, so of course she would have. The other part of me says that she would have left me to deal with it on my own, that she thought that people should have to deal with things on their own. Maybe she knows what’s going on now, and she’s not bothering to come back and help me.
I could have used her help. I could have used help from anyone, but it’s not likely that it’d do any good now. There’s been too much time, too much wasted, too much that I can’t undo. I can see that there’s no hope, even without those dreams. There’s no way that they’ll ever forgive me, ever let me come back.
Mother never came back, and I’ll never know why. I wanted my mother when I was younger, but now I don’t want her, because she’s always the one that brings the bad things with her. She foreshadows doom, and I’m the one left behind to suffer.
I loved her, but I still hate her.
