The Gift

Broken T.V.'s and Shattered Hearts

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This chapter is just... emotional. So get ready.

I sat down on the couch, patting the seat next to me so that would join me. After a long awkward silence I began.

"Um, so what happened was I woke up in that place again..." I immediately looked down at my shoes like they were the most interesting thing in the world. He remembered what room I was talking about.

"Keep going." He said blankly.

"Your mom was-" I was cut off by Stiles as he rose up off of the couch.

"Are you sure it was even her!?" He looked angry, and it scared me a bit. I hated when people yelled at me, especially if they were guys or someone I care about. It made me cry so easily.

I never should've told him.

He shut his eyes for a second then tuck a deep breath, a tear rolling down his cheek. Oh God.

"Stiles please don't cry... you know I'll start crying if you do." Yeah, yeah I was one of those people. Stiles rarely cries, but when he does it brakes my heart. It's like watching a little fluffy, white cute kitty with sparkling blue eyes cry. It hurts so bad.

"I'm sorry, keep going please." He looked at me through glassy eyes.

"She was still beautiful in my dream. Her eyes as bright as yours, she reminded me of you." I gave him a sad smile while he stared at the ground.

"We were sitting on the bench in the mental hospital..." He still didn't look at me.

"What I don't understand is why that place. Your mother was never-"

"I guess I should just tell you huh? I mean I myself can't believe I haven't. You are my best friend ya know?" He nudged me gently and smiled. A real smile.

"Yeah I know," I giggled. He then frowned and let his eyes once again fall to the ground.

"Tell me what Stiles." I whispered.

"My mom wasn't the most healthiest person in the head. I remembered nothing was actually wrong, it wasn't her fault." He paused and looked me in my eyes. I nodded for him to go on.

"My father never really told me the truth of coarse. He just kept saying she was just sick. But I was a pretty smart kid at the age of 6. I just had a feeling there was more to it. She was still my mother. She would make us breakfast, make me laugh, she would make the pain go away, and chase away the monsters..." He began to play around with his hands nervously.

"If only I could've chased away hers." He looked like he was about to cry again, but nothing came out. It really hurt me to see him like this.

"You don't have to tell me if you don't want to. It's been a long day, I'll understand." I reached out and gave his knee a squeeze, feeling him tense at my touch. He's been doing that a lot lately, and it made me feel unwanted.

"No. I want to tell you. You deserve to know."

I let him continue.

"She sleep walked into the woods. Every single time, no matter what. She saw things and when it was important she would tell me about her dreams, they always scared me a bit but other then that they were pretty awesome. But what I loved the most about her..."