I Think I'm in Trouble {Reimagined}

CIII.

The rest period at home after being in the hospital was simply not enough to prepare Stevie for Friday afternoon, but nothing could have prepared her for the death of her child and being blind was almost a blessing at a time so hard.

The entire family pretty much knew if she was going to have to see the casket, knowing her son's body was in it---it would have been an entity in itself that it really was a blessing she couldn't see.

Nobody exactly knew what was going to be up ahead that day, but they were all sure it was going to be sad and going into detail about how things looked would definitely be a hardship for all of them to have to relay for the singer to visualize.

Stevie was sat at her vanity, her mother brushing her blonde strands for the day while Shannon did her makeup for her, doing it exactly as the woman did it for every occasion whether it was a concert or family gathering.

The only reason Shannon handle that, as far as the makeup went was because she had seen her mother, not only, do it for years, but there had been a point where she also thought she could pull of the look and after finding a smokey eye was more up her alley, she ran with the skill. She just never thought she'd have to do it again, not on her mother when surely her mother had always been capable.

Dusting blush on the woman's cheeks, Shannon kind of smiled to herself.

Barbara grinned in the mirror, watching her daughter sit in silence with a blank stare considering there was nothing else for her to do, nothing to distract her from being pampered that day.

"You're all done, mom..." the young woman stated. 

"How do I look?" she asked, leaning forward as though she'd be able to tell but then she kind of bit her bottom lip.

"You look like you," she smirked.

"I'm done too, nice and straight like you asked... I teased the top a little too."

"Thank you, both... I really appreciate it. Everything you've both done for me this past week."

Before either of them could respond, Lindsey entered the room and he grinned as soon as he laid eyes on her, buttoning his black blazer in place.

"Who's there?" she asked, the presence almost immediate to her senses.

As a person who had took so many drugs, tried different things from weed to coke, alcohol to cigarettes, she had her share of altering states that as a sober person, she was very perceptive and though it seemed like paranoia perhaps, she just always knew when the phone was going to ring, when somebody was going to knock, when something bad was going to happen... It was an innate knowledge on top of experience that was easily helping her out. It had felt like she was beginning to hallucinate the sound of footsteps or even the very presence of people just because she really was relying on her hearing for everything.

Even though her blindness was temporary, she was still only in the beginning stage of dealing with life without vision. Nobody was to say when she would get her sight back, but nobody believed she would be blind forever.

"You can't tell me you didn't know who was coming..." he lingered, stepping forward in order to settle his hands on the back of her chair, staring at her gorgeous face in the mirror. 

"I thought maybe I was too ahead of myself... There are other people here," she smiled gently. 

"You look beautiful," he softly stated, leaning in as he wrapped his arm around her neck, kissing the side of her face. 

"I wouldn't know..." she blinked lazily. 

"Take my word for it," he whispered, kissing her jaw when he went in a second time.