Through Thick & Thin (SkeppyxReader)

Prologue

Six years earlier (At 10 years old.)

An ear splitting scream coming from downstairs shook the house, echoing around the house. I immediately jumped out of my chair and raced down stairs, my heart beating rapidly.

Why was someone screaming? My father was out of the house so my mother must have been the one that screamed.

I rushed over to the living room and saw my mother laying on the couch. I darted over to her and sat down beside her. Then it hit me, this had happened before, she was having a heart attack. You see, she has had Coronary Artery Disease for awhile now and has had a heart attack in the past.

Thankfully, she was still breathing. It wasn't too late. 

I can still save her.

I rushed over to the kitchen and snatched her medication. I bolted back over to her and did my best to help her.

"It's too late, Y/N," she rasped, barely loud enough for me to hear.

"No... No!" I murmured, placing my hand on her chest. A single tear dripped down my face. "I can still save you! I have to!"

I reached back to give her more medication, but she firmly stopped me with her hand. I looked up slowly, tears flooding my eyes. "It's ok, Y/N. Everyone's time has to come at some point. This is mine. Don't worry, I will always be watching over you. You will never be alone," she whispered, obviously in pain.

"Mother! Be quiet! You're going to be fine!" I yelled, still in denial, tears flowing down my face, uncontrollably.

"I love you, Y/N" she whispered, tears dripping down her pale, slightly wrinkled face. Her eyes then went blank as she stared up at the ceiling. 

"No! Mother! Come back! MOTHER!" I screamed, unable to see due to the uncontrollable tears rushing down my face.

"What's going on in here?!" Grumbled my father's voice as I heard the door open.

"Father!" I cried, rushing up to him and hugging him tightly.

"What happened, Y/N?" He murmured softly, putting his large, calloused hand around me. He then knelt down and looked me in the eyes. His eyes were full of love and care with a tiny bit of confusion and tiredness.

"I- She-" I stuttered, too devastated to put anything into a full sentence. Tears were still flowing uncontrollably down my face. I pushed my face into his shoulder.

"Shh, it's ok," He murmured, trying to comfort me.

"It's not ok!" I cried.

"I'm just going to put my stuff away and then we can talk, alright?" He whispered, giving me a soft kiss on the forehead.

He then walked over to the living room and stopped dead in his tracks, dropping his bag. His expression turned from love and worry, to shock, and finally, despair. He raced over to the couch where my mother was laying, unmoving. He sat down beside her and gently grabbed her head in his hands and pulled her close to him.

I couldn't bear to watch anymore so I went back up the stairs to my room. I just layed in my bed for a few moments, tears rushing down my face. I still couldn't believe what had just happened, everything just seemed to go so fast. I closed my eyes, hoping that when I opened them she would be alive and it would be a normal day.

But sadly, life doesn't always go the way you want it to.

I opened my eyes again and sat up, dangling my feet off the side of the bed. "Mother? Why did you have to leave me?" I murmured softly, covering my face with my hands.

I got up and walked over to the living room. I saw my dad still sitting on the couch beside what used to be my mother. I felt an ache in my chest when I looked at her and it was almost unbearable.

I looked at my father's face and I saw a single tear drip down. I had never seen him cry before.

"Father?" I whispered softly, my face soaked and my eyes puffy from crying.

He looked over at me and I saw his expression shift from utter despair to anger. "Do you not see what you've done?! She's dead! This is all your fault!" He screamed, tears rushing down his face. He stood up and walked over to me and I cowered under his harsh gaze. "Why didn't you save her?! You useless brat! You are a disgrace! Get out of my sight immediately!" He then pushed me to the side and walked past me over to his room.

Shocked, I watched him leave, tears welling up in my eyes once more. It wasn't my fault! Was it? No! I tried my best to save her! But what if I could have saved her if I just tried hard enough? Was it really my fault she died?

I looked over at her body once more and burst into tears, running up the stairs toward my room. I never wanted to see anyone ever again. 

He was right, I am a disappointment. 

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