Post by Kaitee on Oct 14, 2011 23:28:38 GMT -8
Title: Worry
Rating: G
Word Count: 278
Warning: This is my first attempt at something so forgive me for errors or out of character-ness. I didn't sign it becuase I could not see the writer signing it.
Summary: Molly worries.
July 5th, 1996
It feels much like the first time, only this time I am standing at the front lines of the war instead of hiding from it and this time my children are fighting it. I can’t remember a time when I wasn’t worried. It’s all I do now. My children are all fighting a war they were born into. Some days I feel like I might never see them again when they leave the room, most days I just want to hold them and never let them go. It’s so hard for me to put on an act so they don’t know how truly worried I am. I can’t sleep at night I am so afraid of what the next day brings. I find myself not able to breathe when I think about what happened the last time. I don’t know what I would do if one of my children suffered a fate like Gideon and Fabian, or one like Alice and Frank, or James and Lily. My kids, only just babies yesterday and today they stand on the front lines of a war. I can’t think about it, I can’t even talk about it, not even to Arthur. I can’t show them how scared I am, I can’t let them know that I cry every night for them. Writing my thoughts on paper do nothing to help with the worry and stress. I am truly terrified that we might lose this war. If that were to happen, I do not know what I would do; I just know that no matter the situation I would put myself between whatever is to come and my children.
Rating: G
Word Count: 278
Warning: This is my first attempt at something so forgive me for errors or out of character-ness. I didn't sign it becuase I could not see the writer signing it.
Summary: Molly worries.
July 5th, 1996
It feels much like the first time, only this time I am standing at the front lines of the war instead of hiding from it and this time my children are fighting it. I can’t remember a time when I wasn’t worried. It’s all I do now. My children are all fighting a war they were born into. Some days I feel like I might never see them again when they leave the room, most days I just want to hold them and never let them go. It’s so hard for me to put on an act so they don’t know how truly worried I am. I can’t sleep at night I am so afraid of what the next day brings. I find myself not able to breathe when I think about what happened the last time. I don’t know what I would do if one of my children suffered a fate like Gideon and Fabian, or one like Alice and Frank, or James and Lily. My kids, only just babies yesterday and today they stand on the front lines of a war. I can’t think about it, I can’t even talk about it, not even to Arthur. I can’t show them how scared I am, I can’t let them know that I cry every night for them. Writing my thoughts on paper do nothing to help with the worry and stress. I am truly terrified that we might lose this war. If that were to happen, I do not know what I would do; I just know that no matter the situation I would put myself between whatever is to come and my children.