Dream Sequence.
It was warm. The sun was shinning in his face as he opened his eyes and sat up in bed. He was home, where he should be. There was a knock on his door, his mother poked her head, a bright smile on her face.
"Hey honey, you awake? You're gonna be late for school if you don't get up" she said. She always woke him up in the morning, even after she had gotten sick. She made have had a smile on her face but you could see she was tired, it was in her eyes and her posture, she wore it like a coat.
"Alright I'm up, be down in a minute just let me get dressed" he said, rubbing the remnants of sleep from his eyes before swinging his legs over the side of the bed.
It all seemed pretty normal. His mom had been out of the hospital for a few months, her hair had all grown back and some of the color had returned to her skin now that she wasn't taking the chemo anymore. He thought she was getting better.
He went down stairs and took a seat at the breakfast table next to his mom, she was busy reading the paper. His dad turned from the stove and handed him a plate with eggs and bacon on it, it smelled so good. He handed a plate to his mom too, but she didn't take much interest in it, she never really did these days. Not much of an appetite.
After he finished eating and put his plate in the dishwasher he grabbed his bag and slipped on his shoes. His dad walked out behind him, sliding into the drivers side of his moms jeep. He dropped him off at school, he looked tired, like his mom. They had all been through a lot though with his mom getting sick.
"Have a good day at school, ill pick you up here right after" he said, patting Stiles on the shoulder.
"Actually, Scott wanted to know if I could come over after school so we could play some video games." He had been meaning to ask the night before but it had slipped his mind.
"Sure, do you need a ride home from Scotts? " his dad asked.
"Nah, I think I'll walk, it's not too far." He chimed.
He slipped out of the car, giving his father a quick hug, and walked into the school. Later, after he and Scott had played videogames on Scotts old game cube for a few hours he decided that it was time to head home. The walk really wasn't that far off, only about 2 miles or so. He could make it in 30minutes, 45 tops. Something about walking calmed him down anyways, let him clear his head.
His thoughts were broken though as soon as he arrived at his street. He could see cars in his driveway and parked outside his house. Cars that weren't his moms Jeep or his dads Cruiser. He broke out in to a run, not stopping until he toppled through the front door and right into his aunt. She looked bad, she had clearly been crying.
"What's going on? Is everyone ok?!" He blurted out.
"Everything's going to fine honey." She looked down at him with a solemn smile, her eyes lifeless. Some how, he knew that was a lie.
He took off his shoes and dropped his bag on the kitchen counter. Walking into the living room he found his uncle and his grandmother sitting on the couch, both wearing the same look as his aunt. He bypassed them and immediately ran up the stairs.
When got to the top step he saw the doctor, his moms doctor, exiting his parents room. He looked defeated. He walked past Stiles, giving him a pat on the shoulder and walked down the stairs.
Stiles turned towards his parents room and walked to the door. Each step was heavy, like someone had filled his shoes with lead. Every step caused his mind to scream at him, telling him to turn around, not to go in. He didn't listen though, his focus was solely on the door in front of him. He reached out for the knob, forcing his hand into the action. When the door opened he couldn't speak. The first thing he saw was his father, stooped over the bed, eyes red and cheeks stained with tears that were still flowing. His fists clenched.
Then Stiles saw her. She was lying in the bed, covers pulled up to her chest, hair swept behind her ears, eyes closed. She could have been sleeping. It could have all been a joke. She could wake up any second and surprise him. But she didn't. She never did. Her eyes were closed and they were not going to reopen. All he could do was stare, unable to process the scene in front of him. She couldn't be dead, she woke him up that morning. People aren't just awake in the morning and then gone in the afternoon. That's not how things worked, it wasn't fair. It wasn't. He didn't even get to say goodbye. The last words he said to her rang in his ears "just let me get dressed." Those were shitty last words. He knew it.
His father must have finally noticed him standing in the door way. He walked over, not saying a word. He pulled his son into a tight hug. It was the only thing he could do. That's when Stiles broke. Tears streamed freely down his face. His chest tightened until he couldn't breath. Everything started to shake and black spots started blurring his vision. He collapsed against his father, sobs racking his entire body. Then things started going black. His sight leaving him and his body going numb. He could hear voices in the distance, his father maybe, yelling for the doctor. Then he was out.
Yeah. Sorry. But hey! Update. Trust me, this chapter broke me as much as it may or may not break you.