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CHAPTER 1: I WISH I'LL WAKE UP FROM THIS BAD, BAD DREAM

"I'd still thought that everything I thought about that night-the shame, the fear-would fade in time. But that hadn't happened. Instead, the things that I remembered, these little details, seemed to grow stronger, to the point where I could feel their weight in my chest. Nothing, however stuck with me more than the memory of stepping into that dark room and what I found there, and how the light then took that nightmare and made it real."

― Sarah Dessen, Just Listen

2 years ago…

Melissa McCall just got out early on her shift in the hospital. Normally, she won't be out of her shift until early in the morning but since it's a special day, she took the rest of the day off.

Instead of driving straight back home, she decided to drop by first in a grocery store. As she pulls off her car, she recalled all the things she needed to prepare for the surprise party she and Allison planned for Scott's birthday. It was just a simple dinner party with the presence all of Scott's closest friends. They don't typically do this kind of things on his birthday. They just usually have a family dinner with his best friend, Stiles or Melissa would've take Scott out into some restaurant. However, this year she wanted this one to be special and unforgettable as she thinks her son's definitely deserve a break from all the weird things he and his friends encountered since the day he was turned into a werewolf.

She hoped that Allison is having a good job distracting Scott so she could prepare well for the party.

She bought all ingredients to make Scott's favorites - creamy chicken pesto pasta, a pot roast, enchiladas, barbecue ribs, and an apple pie for dessert. She didn't forget to buy a cake too. All in all, it's just a really simple, intimate dinner with his loved ones. Even if she wanted to throw Scott a big party, they don't have enough finances to cover it. In fact, she needed some extra shifts beforehand just to cover all the expenses for tonight. Further, I know that Scott is not the type of person who's into grandeurs celebrations.

After she finished doing the grocery, Melissa finally drove back home. While she was driving, her mind wandered off and become lost on her own thoughts.

When she learned what have become of Scott in the precinct before and finally accepted the truth, she asked Scott to tell her all the other things he kept from her in connection of him being a werewolf. Melissa thought that it may be very traumatic for his son experienced and survived all those things… she can't how he manages to accept all of this and cope with it nicely. Quite frankly, she's still trying to get use from all of this. She realized that he was such a really a strong, brave boy.

For that, she decided that if he can accept it without any complaints and doubt, she'll just support him and will always accept him no matter what will happen or who will he become. After all, that's where mothers are best for. Giving their child the unconditional love that only, they can give.

She opened the door and placed all my groceries to the table. Then, she went directly to her room to find the perfect gift that she could think of to give on Scott's special day. She rummaged to her closet and found what she was looking for.

She opened a jewelry box and looked for the antique gold ring with two small cut of diamonds, shaped as a heart.

Her mom told her that it was given to her grandmother by her grandfather when he proposed to her. He worked very hard just to buy this beautiful and elegant engagement ring just to give it to her grandma. She really took a good care of it, so as her mom. Now, she decided that now is the right time to give it to Scott.

She doesn't want Scott to rush things and she was not suggesting that he needs to get married soon, she just wanted to give it to him so that when the right time comes and when he finds the right girl, although she thought he already found the one, hopefully, he wouldn't worry anymore about this thing.

She carefully put the ring back to the box and placed it on her desk. She decided that when she and her son got a chance to talk privately, that is the time that she will give her gift to Scott.

She went back to the kitchen and started preparing all the ingredients she needed so she could finally start cooking.

While she was cutting some vegetables, she accidentally cut her own fingers.

"Shit!" Some blood was beginning to flow from the cut. She was going to get her first aid kit in the bathroom when she heard her phone rang.

"Hello, Allison? Yeah? I am already at home, preparing. Why? Is Scott on his way home now? Can you distract him more? To give me some time to prepare. I still need to…" She was caught in the middle of her sentence when she noticed that Allison was sobbing on the other line.

"Mrs. Mccall, I.. I am so sorry. I shouldn't let.. I should have stop him – "

"Hello? Honey, calm yourself down! You're making me nervous. Breathe... okay, breathe. Can you properly breathe now?

"Y-yes." She answered with a quivering voice.

"Now can you tell me calmly what happened Honey?"

"Mrs. McCall... it's Scott.. I'm so sorry. He's... I...they think he's dead."

Dead.

The word kept echoing in her mind. She could gradually feel the world around her taking a sudden shift, making her a little lightheaded.

My son is dead?

At first it didn't register to her fast enough. She just stand there, dumbfounded.

She suddenly felt weak. She could feel her energy drained all of a sudden. She felt her world crumbling, little by little… falling… collapsing.

"Hello? Mrs. Mccall? Oh. God! Are you alright?! Are you still there?"

"W-what? What are you talking about?! How-.. I was just preparing-…"

"I invited him to a bar, telling him that we were gonna celebrate his birthday. Just to buy you time like we've planned but there's… there's an accident. There.. there was.. there was a fire. We .. we got out but Scott helped in rescuing people. When all the people was safe, I waited for Scott to come out.. but.. but he didn't! He didn't make it out! I am so sorry, if I only didn't bring him here. This wouldn't have happen. He would still be here… alive."

"No… no… no… he can't be dead! H-he's a werewolf for goddamn sake! He has supernatural abilities! He can't die just like that! M-maybe he just.. he's still there! Tell me where you are right now! I'm going there! Scott still there! I know it. You just need to search thoroughly! Maybe you're missing something." She wasn't crying. She just can't even if she wanted to. Because she knows deep inside that if she let the tears fall through her eyes, She would've accepted what Allison is telling her. And then she would feel pain.. only pain. But she can't feel any pain right now… it was just numbing.

"B-but we've been searching for an hour now… he's… he's not there. His nowhere to be seen…" I barely catch what she said from all her crying.

"AN HOUR? It happened two hours ago and you just told me now?!"

"I-I'm sorry. Like you, we just thought that maybe he, he's just at the back or he's still inside so we tried to find him. We - …"

"Just tell me where you are."

She got out of the house fast and went to her car. She fumbled through her keys in her coat pocket. She tried to put the keys in her car but her hands were shaking badly.

"Damn it!" Fortunately, after her almost hundred tries, she got it to the key hole and drove fast to where Allison is.

As she got near to the place, she saw a lot of fire trucks parked at the now crumbled and blackened building with a thick smoke almost covering the surroundings. She got out of her car then headed straight to the area where a lot of the town police where. Luckily, I've seen Sherriff Stilinski with Allison in Stiles' arms, still sobbing.

"Where is my son?" she asked them as soon as she reached them. It took a few moments before Stiles find the voice to answer her.

"Melissa… I am… I am sorry." He's voice is breaking. A tear escaped from his reddening eyes.

"WHERE IS MY SON?! I WANT TO SEE MY SON!" She didn't mean to shout at him but she just can't take it anymore.

Suddenly, a tear escaped from Melissa's eye. She wiped it immediately. Seeing Stiles like that became her undoing. She knew that boy like he was hers. She rarely saw him cry, in fact she just saw him cry on his mother's funeral. If he was crying right now, this means one thing...

"He's…follow me." said Sheriff Stillinski. She followed Stiles' father to a line of what supposed to be the dead bodies. They are still covered only of white cloth. They walked through them searching for... something. She refused to admit it to herself.

"We still can't tell whose body Scott is because almost all of the bodies have been burned to recognition." Sherriff Stilinski solemnly told her.

"This is bullshit! Your telling me, that my son is dead but you can't find his body?! How will I believe all of you! You don't have any proofs!"

He called one of his deputies and asked for something. Not for long, the deputy came back holding a plastic bag.

"Are this what Scott's been wearing earlier this day?" Melissa grabbed the plastic from his hands and examined it. It has a lot of dirt from the fire but she knows this too well, to not recognize it. Suddenly, she can't breathe again. More tears came running through her eyes.

"b-but he's werewolf!" She lowered her voice at this part so that the others wouldn't hear her. "He can't just die like that! H-he's strong! He.. he should… he'd made it! He made it John! He's safe! He's not dead! HE'S NOT." Stiles' father held her in his arm as she broke down. After some few minutes, she finally gives the evidence some attention.

"This is…this is his favorites… oh.. oh, God. It can't be. He's.. he's not dead! He's not dead! HE'S NOT DEAD!"

'I still have many things to tell him. I still wanted to tell him how much I love him. How proud I am of him. I'm very proud of him and I always will. How grateful I am that he is my son. He grew up such a wonderful man. So responsible…so pure… so kind…selfless… He was my light… He was my anchor…he was my savior… he's my everything. I can't live without him… I can't live without my son…'

Suddenly she struggled to get out of the Sheriff's hold and run through the burned building, screaming Scott's name.

"SCOTT! SCOTT! WHERE ARE YOU?! SCOTT!"

"Melissa! He's not there! Stop it! Let's go back to my car." Sheriff Stilinski grabs a hold of her again.

"No! no! My son's here! He needs me! SCOTT! COME OUT ALREADY!"

"Let's go back now. He's not there." He lifted back to his car while she tried her hardest to struggle and prevent him to. She heard him call another man but she didn't hear what it is for as she continues to fight him and scream.

Then suddenly, she felt a needle on her skin. She felt her body go weak and soon she slowly stopped struggling. She felt herself slowly falling into the darkness. She didn't fight the darkness to claim her. Instead she welcomed it.

Falling into nothingness…Praying that when she wake up again, when the sun came shining brightly, this would be all just a very bad dream… a bad dream that she would wake up where she could see again her my son's beautiful smile…

I… I wish it's just all a very bad dream…

A bad dream that I would wake up soon…

But it turns out, it was not.

For I've never woken up from it…

Not for two long years…

A/N: I decided to do some revisions and rewrite this story from the beginning. For some of my readers who possibly remember this scene from before, yes, I decided to make this the new introduction to this story. It just feels accurate right now and I hope this will make the flow of the story better. I will post the next chapter sooner than you think ;) so for now, byeeeee! Have a nice day!