Confusion

Something bad must have happened. That was my first thought when consciousness very slowly returned to me. Everything had been so wonderful, then there was such a long period of darkness, and now there was a massive pain in my head added onto my world of darkness. I could barely make sense of anything. I was lying in a bed. My hair had been braided, but what idiot had done that? Everyone knew how much I hated having my hair tied up completely. The pain, me being in a bed, and my hair not how I liked it truly was all I could make out. I didn't have the strength to open my eyes. I figured whatever had happened to my head must have been making me rather out of sorts. Weird beeping sounds echoed from all directions while I swore I kept hearing a woman's voice in some unfamiliar language project out from the ceiling nearby. It could only be reasoned that I was dreaming. Otherwise, I was afraid to think what being in the strange place I was in meant for me.

A Mother's Guilt

Urelia

It is one of my most fondest memories. It is one I hate the most. It shows me how much I had, but also how much I have lost. If things had never been so wonderful, then all the horrible things that happened wouldn't have hurt as much. I would have never done what I regret the most if I hadn't had those terrible memories to haunt me. However, the reality is that those terrible memories will plague my eternal life. The worse reality is that I will always have to remember the cruel things I have achieved with my own hands for eternity as well. I suppose I should pause and take a step back before I get too far ahead of myself though.

That memory. That day. It was such an ordinary one. There was absolutely nothing unusual that happened. My mother, Rynania, and I went out to our favorite spot- a small, clear field in the middle of a grove of trees. It was our special place. We went there each and every day without fail. In those times, there was not a lot of urgency about anything. There had never been war. There had never been betrayal. The humans were still a young people, and we got along with them peacefully. I had no interaction with them until they did shift into the murders they would become. Yes, the many years leading up till that point were days filled with calm serenity. Nana and I could spend hours at that field in the grove never having to worry about being anywhere or doing anything.

Overwhelmed

Silas was not happy with me at all that I hadn't alerted him of my labor. He rushed in when Andethon really began belting, and I thought he was going to throw a tantrum. I also began to fear that he would take Andethon away. While Silas had placed a crib in the room, he had never said just how often our son would be staying with me. I lied to Silas to calm him down. I told him that I had tried to get his attention, but the pain had just been so intense that I hadn't been able to call his name loudly or pound on the door. I had barely managed to make it to the bed.

Pretending to be absolutely exhausted and on the verge of crying did have the effect I wished for. Silas' anger eased dissipated, and he no longer blamed me. He was simply glad Andethon had been born safely. He made me rest while he took care of Andethon for a while. From the little bit of talking that we did, I was able to deduce that he planned on leaving our son with me most of the time. It did make the most sense for it to be that way. I was much more prepared and experienced to be his care-giver, and Andethon was far too young for Silas to begin his brainwashing on him. Silas also mentioned something about becoming very busy. I hoped that meant he was finally starting to be pressured by the police finding out location. I truly did not want Andethon or I to be in this place for much longer.

Passing Time

I was watching television again, desperately hoping one of the channels might make some small sort of mention of me and my disappearance. It had been weeks now since Silas had taken me. There would definitely be a fuss about the situation by now as ada, naneth, and Eloril would have received the news. I bet ada and Eloril rushed over to the human side leaving naneth in charge at home. She probably lucked out. With my kidnapping to distract him, Eloril most likely hadn't though to mention everything that she had done to me to ada. I flipped to another channel, and watched it for a while. Nothing. Another channel. Nothing. I flipped back several channels. I was always paranoid that as soon as I moved on that there would be something broadcasted about me. There was never anything. I must have sat there for another hour continuing my work. When all the hundreds of channels had been gone through, the remote smashed into the floor as I tossed it to the ground again. I had to stop doing that as that was the third one Silas had to buy as I had broken the others, but I couldn't help it.

My frustration was peaking. So badly did I want to scream and wreck half the place! That's when Wesley showed up right on schedule. He leaned over, wrapped his arms around me, and placed his head against mine. He said nothing, but I calmed instantly. Ever since that first day, he has shown up just when I need him the most. I was left to debate if he really only was an image from a dream. I couldn't possibly be half-asleep all the times he has shown up. My more realistic explanation was that I was going crazy. I truly could feel my mind going down chaotic paths, and my behavior was becoming increasingly more sporadic and unpredictable. However, potentially losing my mind was what was actually saving me. Slipping away allowed me to see Wesley. He always pulled me back to safety, just as he was doing then. The two of us remained in that position for a long time. I grasped at his arms and tried to pull him back to me when he began shifting away. I told him he couldn't leave. Wesley chuckled. He wasn't leaving. He simply needed to stretch out his back after being hunched over for so long.

The Lucane Family in the Sims #2

After I posted the previous update on the Lucane family, I got bored one day and decided to run them around on free will during a play session. I don't really have anything to reveal or explain about the characters from the novel, so this post will be their Sim-versions just living their lives. As there really isn't much for entertainment in the house, everyone reads constantly. Jan (I'm omitting the circumflex that should be above the 'a' in his name as it messes up the format of the text) and Elle took a seat down next to each other at the dining table to get several pages in before they had to begin their work for the day.

KBS- Tart (Red)

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TART Family

Fathers Cinnamon and Pomegranate with adopted children Raspberry and Apple.

Cinnamon Tart

Traits: Dramatic, Hates the Outdoors, Part Animal, Slob, Workaholic

Lifetime Wish: Renaissance Sim

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Pomegranate Tart

Traits: Adventurous, Easily Impressed, Good, Great Kisser, Unflirty

Lifetime Wish: Seasoned Traveler

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Raspberry Tart

Traits: Adventurous, Excitable, Loves the Cold

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Apple Tart

Traits: Hates the Outdoors, Photographer's Eye, Vehicle Enthusiast

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Long Day

I had managed to pull myself off the floor and into bed at some late hour. I had cried myself to exhaustion, and fell asleep quickly. It was a blessing that I did. The last thing I had needed was a fitful night of tossing and turning. I slipped into unconsciousness easily though, and rested deeply until the bright rays of morning light streaming through the window woke me up. I remained in bed for a good long while after that. I heard Silas come in at some point to bring me my breakfast. I continued to stay in bed for another half hour. Eventually, I forced myself to get up. My breakfast was a slice of pumpkin pie. I thought this was strange considering it was late spring, but Silas definitely wasn't a normal man. Though I wasn't hungry when I began eating, my stomach growled loudly after the first few forkfuls went into my mouth. The salad last night had been delicious, but not particularly filling. I was still hungry when I finished my slice. I hoped Silas would bring me more food than the three main daily meals otherwise I would begin to riot. Thanks to my children, I have become accustomed to snacking throughout the day. To not be able to eat at my leisure would drive me crazy.