Langst one shots

Mamá

Lance sat quietly in his room, well, it was his real room. He almost forgot he was in a simulation inside his own mind it was do real. Everyone watching. Waiting to see what happened in his home life so they can "bond better". All Lance knew is when he gets out, he was going to get bombarded with questions. Of why didn't you tell us? we could have helped?
"¿Mijo?" A older woman voice sounded, Lance recognized it as his moms.
"¿Mamá?" Lance started to remember this memory all to well. The day his mom was killed and almost him and his siblings. Lance just had to sit and follow the action. It showed around a 15 year old Lance. All ready beaten. Afraid to come out of his room.
"Oh mijo. Its ok papá was just upset I am here for you, its ok if you are bisexual."
"Thanks mamá but he isn't mad. He wants to kill me."
"LANCE, ROSA, JUAN, ALEX MARTINEZ, MARTIN GET DOWN HERE!!" Here come the hard part getting and following the action and being able to do anything.
"John! Please calm down Lance has his feelings and we can't change that!"
"Shut Rosa, Lance I did not raise a fag!
(I am sorry I really hate that word but it sells the story sorry sorry) Those words. Its like a punch.
"John!!" Lances mom yelled as he moved towards Lance and his siblings. All of them were younger than Lance so he stood in front.
Keeping his composure. His dad pulls out a knife.
"JOHN NO!!!" His mother ran in front and was stabbed. She fell to the floor said John stop please then passed away. John continued. He cut Lances arms and hit him so much in the head that he fell unconscious. When he woke up. He siblings were crying over him and his mom. They were beat but not as horrible but could still kill them. Lance was wondering while watching his 15 year old self scream his lungs out crying over his mom, why hadn't he'd been taken out. He was shaking and crying while watching this. He remembered the pain the smell the cries. But he hadn't been let out. He wondered why. Lance started muttering.
"Make it stop please, please, mama, martinez martin, alex, juan, anyone just make it stop.
The memory grew dark, and into light he went.
"e......ce......nce......ance..."
Lance bolted up. And immediately started crying on Keiths.
"¡MAMA, POR FAVOR NO VAYAS!" Lance screamed.
"Shhhh, Lance shhhhh." Keith started rocking him ever so gently.
"Its ok I have you, it's just the dream. Shhh."
It took a while to convince Lance that it wasn't mind melding stuff and it was only a dream.