Mother's Worst Nightmare (Arrival - OTA)
(ooc: timed to early Friday morning)
She would never be able to explain the sickening feeling that rushed through her when she heard the television on downstairs. John would have never left it on, but maybe this time he had. She hoped to God he had. Mary's muscles were tense as she walked down the stairs. A sharp, intense pang of panic hit her like a ton of bricks. If John was sleeping on the couch... who was in Sammy's room?
Mary's heart raced loudly as she scrambled up the stairs. "Sammy?!" Her feet weren't moving fast enough. She needed to move faster. She needed to make sure her son was safe. Maybe her eyes had been playing tricks on her. Maybe she was just tired. - These things she told herself as she ran down the hall, but something told her otherwise.
"Sammy!" She swung the door open and stumbled onto cobblestone. She inhaled sharply, her eyes widening, as she found herself on a street instead of in her youngest son's nursery. Mary was bare foot and in her thin, white nightgown in the middle of the street in the early twilight of the morning. But that didn't matter. All she could think about was her previous destination.
Mary turned around on the spot as her mind reeled. There was a disturbingly familiar feeling that she hadn't felt since she was young. She could feel the panic rising in her chest even though she tried to calm herself.
She would never be able to explain the sickening feeling that rushed through her when she heard the television on downstairs. John would have never left it on, but maybe this time he had. She hoped to God he had. Mary's muscles were tense as she walked down the stairs. A sharp, intense pang of panic hit her like a ton of bricks. If John was sleeping on the couch... who was in Sammy's room?
Mary's heart raced loudly as she scrambled up the stairs. "Sammy?!" Her feet weren't moving fast enough. She needed to move faster. She needed to make sure her son was safe. Maybe her eyes had been playing tricks on her. Maybe she was just tired. - These things she told herself as she ran down the hall, but something told her otherwise.
"Sammy!" She swung the door open and stumbled onto cobblestone. She inhaled sharply, her eyes widening, as she found herself on a street instead of in her youngest son's nursery. Mary was bare foot and in her thin, white nightgown in the middle of the street in the early twilight of the morning. But that didn't matter. All she could think about was her previous destination.
Mary turned around on the spot as her mind reeled. There was a disturbingly familiar feeling that she hadn't felt since she was young. She could feel the panic rising in her chest even though she tried to calm herself.