I've never been in control. Ever since I can remember trying to control my power has always been a hassle. It's annoying. Having something that is so special, but lack control of it. I can remember my mother's encouraging words "Stiles just focus baby... Take your time. It took me years to master my gift. Channel it through your emotions baby..." she would say twirling her finger making the dishes float around the kitchen with her telekinesis; I remember flicking my hands trying to make the dishes stop in mid-air... They just wouldn't.

I remember crying and yelling "stop! Freeze!" flicking my hands... Nothing happened. Scott was in the corner just looking amazed at the twirling plates and bowls.

Scott McCall has been my best friend for as long as I can remember, he has always been around and my parents loved him as if he was their own. Me and Scott would always announce how we had 2 mommies and a dad (we'd always get strange looks from adults, but most kids were jealous).Scott's father has never been in the picture and that was okay because I could share my daddy. Scott learned of me and my mom's special abilities because his mom and my mother were basically sisters, in fact his mother helped my mother master her powers.

Whenever any of this magic stuff got too overbearing it was great to have a friend to be able to put your mind on other things, and plus family doesn't hide things from each other.

My mother hushed me and put her free hand on my shoulder; I look up to her and see she still is twirling the dishes with her free hand. She nods at me to try again. I look into her eyes for reassurance which was surely there. As I look into her eyes I saw dedication, I saw the love she had for having magic, but most of all I saw the faith she had in me. I flicked my hands one more time and everything in the room stopped. The plates that were twirling, the clock that was ticking, the water that was running, even the fire that was burning under the skillet on the stove. Everything was frozen in time.

Even Scott, I started to panic

"Mom do something, I accidentally froze Scott. What if he's stuck? What if he's trying to breathe but can't? Will he suffocate?"

She told me to calm down and to focus only on Scott and unfreeze him. I did as she said and sure enough he was unfrozen.

Scott was beaming at me!

"Oh my god! You totally did it! That amazing! You was all ' I can't' and mom was all 'you can' and you was all KAPOW! wait.. Was I frozen too? Cause I remember you guys standing over there"

I was proud of myself that was amazing I'll admit.
That was the first time I was actually in control, I remember looking up to see my mother smiling, though it looked like she was frozen too but I could see her inhaling and exhaling

"Mom... I know you're not stuck" I said looking at her intently.

She bursts out laughing. "Hey you can't blame me, you face was priceless." She laughs.

That was the last time my power was actually considered a gift in my eyes. My mom was so proud of me; I'd give anything to see that smile again. To her that laugh. I laugh at the memory. My mother was always joking and full of life. I have the power to freeze time, well freeze things and beings. I can't like freeze the whole world or anything, but how cool would that be? I come from a timeline of magical beings, I would say witches but I refuse to address myself by that since everyone associates the name with broomsticks and pointy hats worn by a hag. Even the word wizard has been taking over by the Harry Pottheads, I refuse to fall victim to the fuckery that is society, I'm not even sure I can call myself a magical being anymore, I haven't used my power in almost 7 years. I hate having magic to be honest. People talk all the time about the wonders and wisdom that magic holds. I hate it. I hate magic. At the age of ten I didn't know what cancer was. It has always just been my Dad, my Mom, & me. I was never really close to any other family members so how was I to know that death is inevitable?
When my mother first told me she was sick I sprang into action. I had taken the money I had left over from my allowance to buy her some Tylenol and Nightquil. When I got home and gave it to her she bursted into tears. I was so scared I thought I had gotten the wrong medicine. This is what she always gave me when I was feeling under the weather. She grabbed me into a hug and was sobbing on me.

She kept whispering "I love you" and "I don't want to leave" into my ear.

I was panicking, but I just hugged her back and said "Mommy you will never leave me, our love is too strong"

I scoff at that now. Oh how wrong was I. I remember getting Pulled from school one day and being rushed to the hospital by my dad. Everything was happening so fast I could barely think. When we finally got to the room we were rushing in the first thing I saw was my mommy...But in a way she wasn't. This woman on the table was lighter... Paler. Her lips were extremely dry and she had dark circles around her eyes. It was so strange because even though I was used to having and seeing my mother so bright and full of life, when she smiled I knew it was her. She smiled and reached for us. I lay on one side of her and my dad laid on the other side of her.

"Don't leave us baby, please."

My dad was sobbing and I heard him. If there is anything I regret in this world is ever having to see that. In front of me was my mother dying and my father is slowly losing her grip on faith. I couldn't take it. We were losing her slowly she just kept drifting. I could tell she was close to death. I stood out of the bed and started flicking my hands. I can't let this happen, this is my mommy! I can't lose her not now, not EVER! I'm flicking my hands over and over again but it won't stop, the cancer won't stop hurting her

"Mom please, Just don't leave me please" I remember begging and even bargaining with her. "Mommy I swear I will work on my magic, I will be the bestest student to ever walk in school hallways... I'll get a job so daddy so have to work, that way y'all can spend more time together... Just please don't die... Don't leave me" she was smiling but silent...

"Mom say something..." I whisper.

"Stiles... I could never leave you... our love is too strong"

She says wrapping me into her side while holding my dad's hand. My Dad is looking away from her now, he moved off of the bed when she went limp.

"St-stiles... She's gone

and in that moment I knew that I lost. I lost the battle with life and there was nothing I could do about it. What good is magic when you can't protect the ones you love? At the age of ten I really didn't know what was going on, she always kept bright spirits and hugging me all the time. Anytime me and Scott wanted to go to the movies, out to eat, to the playground she never obliged. She said she loved spending time with us... Who would have known those would be the last moments I shared with her? I remember waking up to my alarm.
It was a month after the funeral... Scott had stayed over because was family night last night. When I went to my Mother and Father's room all I seen was my dad in the room sitting on my mother's side of the bed holding her favorite dress, and he was crying. I went and lay beside him and cuddled next to him. Scott came in shortly after and lay on the other side of him.

"Its okay dad we all miss her"

Scott says, by his voice I could tell he has started crying.

"Dad we'll be okay I promise."

I finish Scott sentence. Me and Scott only have one mother and father now.