Fleeting Thoughts
AU if Coraline did indeed agree to sew her eyes.
It was dark, extremely dark. And quiet.
It was punishment, apparently, but Coraline didn't know why. She couldn't see anything. She remembered her wish to stay with the other mother forever, but it all seemed to float away. There was no thought she could grasp – only that it was dark, and cold.
Coraline could not feel her fingers as she rubbed them together. She tried again to remember, but it didn't come. Even when her thoughts turned to her real mother, it seemed to turn to sand, fading quickly before her eyes. The promise of gifts, and love, faded quickly from her mind, while her growing fear seemed to quickly wash away, followed by a soft laugh.
Memories ran through her mind, and like a fleeting moment, they faded. Coraline tried desperately to claw onto them, the images of her younger self calling for her mother, who would always reply with a smile, and a laugh.
Her real mother.
She missed it – the warmth of her real mother. And as quickly as it passed, it disappeared, leaving her with a hollow, confused feeling, when she couldn't summon the memory. Everything seemed to be dark, and she tried to bite her lip, but couldn't feel it.
She.. She saw her mother calling her in another image, but her voice seemed to be silenced. And it was gone, like the other images.
She would have been shivering, but she couldn't feel it. She clawed for her memories, clawed for the love that the memories gave her, but to no avail. It all slipped from her grasp, and she could not help but imagine hugging herself, while she heard a resounding chuckle in the darkness. She saw blue hair flowing, but it disappeared, leaving black.
There was no more images, and she felt only hollowness, a sense of fear, and pain.
She was scared, but somehow, her heart would not allow herself to show it, but she didn't know why. Alone and in darkness, she only remembered the memory of buttons, a pair of buttons, and a doll. And a name.
Beldam.
She couldn't feel anything – simply her thoughts, lingering thoughts of ghost images that she imagined, of a certain warmth, when an older woman embraced her.
It was strange, she never did remember that older woman – who she was. She didn't even remember who herself was. All she knew was the name – Beldam, which seemed to imprint herself in her mind, as she felt colder.
She could hear herself whimpering, but it seemed to echo, and no one was answering. She cried for something, someone, but no one answered. All she heard was a soft laugh before she suddenly felt a strange sensation. Her thoughts seemed to turn colder, emptier.
Until a final thought, which as quickly as she thought of it, it disappeared.
Where's Mommy? It's too cold here.
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