Im coming mom

hello, Like I said earlier, if you are not mentally prepared to read this then please do not read it.

I hope everyone enjoys this story!

- a

06/7/2008

"I'm coming mom!"

Little stiles yelled down the stairs from his messy room.

His mom told him to come help her bake cookies.

Stiles put on his blue sweater and a pair of grey sweatpants. He looked into the mirror and smiled. The 8 year old ran down the stairs expecting to see his mom there. In the kitchen baking cookies.

But the problem was that his mom was certainly not in the kitchen baking cookies. Because she was on the floor by the stairs. Passed out.

Stiles screamed and ran to her side. He hit her cheek over and over telling her to wake up. But she didn't.

Stiles got over to the phone and called his dad.

That night was the night Claudia Stilinski was first admitted to the hospital.

Frontotemporal dementia.

It was what they told the little one what she had.

Only a year later his mom was laid in a casket, while getting buried six feet under ground underneath lots of dirt.

His dad called his name. He signaled for him to come over to him.

And for the rest of his life, people came over to him telling him that it would be ok. But what if it wouldn't be ok then?!? What will they do then?

And that was when our (not so little anymore) stiles woke up from his nightmare.

"-arg!" Stiles groaned as he woke up from his nightmare. He couldn't do it anymore. The pain, the loneliness, the hurt. Everything.

He couldn't do it anymore.

Stiles was now 18 years old. In his senior year. And even after all those years of hearing people say that it would be ok it's still not ok.

Stiles sits up in his bed. He feels wet, salty tears fall down his cheeks. He can't bare himself to go into a full on crying session now. All he wants is for it to end.

No one understands. No one understands why he only wears long sleeved shirts because he has to cover his scars so no one finds out. No one understands why he wears so many layers of clothing because he has to hide that he base the eaten. Why bother? No one understands why he is so tired all the time because he can't sleep because of nightmares.

It's because no one knows.

Stiles gets up from his soft bed and gets dressed in grey sweatpants, and a black hoodie. He still feels stained, salty tears that had stained his cheeks. He goes into the bathroom and washes his face.

He is finally going to be free. Free of pain. Free of loneliness. Free of hurt.

He gets out and very quietly he goes down the stairs, checking if he woke up his dad. He didn't. Good.

He goes into the hallway and takes on his blue coat and his red scarf. He never wears that scarf. His mother gave it to him for his 16th birthday. Not technically gave it to him but she hid it in a box on the loft.

No one has woken up yet.

He takes quiet steps over to the door and he closes his eyes when he opens it, hopping for it not to squeak. When he opens his eyes next he is on the other side of the door, and the door is closed behind him.

There is no one in particular outside. Not surprisingly since it's 4am after all. He takes a deep breath. Breathing in the scent of freedom.

He decides to walk since the Jeep makes so much noise and he doesn't want to wake up his dad. As he walks and walks he thinks about his whole life.

The hurt, the friends, the pain, the happiness, his dad, the loneliness, his mom, his school, the bullies, his problems. Everything.

Suddenly he is in front of a bridge on the side of the road.

The bridge leads right into the road. There are a few cars going here and there but not a lot. He goes near the bridge. He feels a tear slip down his cheek. He wipes it away instantly.

There is no one in sight. He looks around one more time. It was a good thing he wrote letters. He wrote letters to the whole pack, his dad, and he also left one note on his moms grave. He did know his mom couldn't read it but at least someone would.

He takes out his phone and open all locks on the phone. He takes out notes on his phone and writes "I'm sorry" on it, and he screenshots it and makes it his lockscreen wallpaper.

He puts the phone down on the cold hard cement by the bridge.

He looks up at the stars. They are everywhere. He find comfort in them. He lets a breath out. Realizing it was the most freeing breath he has ever let out before.

He stares down on the road, now having a few cars here and there and smiles. He closes his eyes and whisper something into the star-filled, dark welcoming sky.

"I'm coming mom"

Thank you all for reading this.
I know this was really sad but I hope you enjoyed either way.

And for all the people reading this.
If you're struggling. Please find help.
If not soon then be later.
There is a place for you here and we all need you on this earth.
We believe in you.
You will soon find your own light in life.

Bye.

- a