Addicted

Deathly truth pt.2

Earlier that day
- I decided not to write in Lexa's POV today because that's how I originally started the story, so hope that's ok. I'll change the POV's every now and then.

"She was really sick." Octavia sighed. "At first she wouldn't tell us, none of us. Not even my dad knew." She paused. "He found out the moment she fell down the stairs one night when she was on her way to grab a drink. He asked her what was going on and she told him only partly."

Lexa could tell it wasn't easy for the smaller brunette to open up just by the way she let out heavy sighs continuously. She had been living with the Blake's for some time now and she wondered if Octavia would ever fully open up to her.

"She told him she was going to be fine, told us kids it was just a phase, that her hormones were going wild." She shook her head, having flashbacks of this particular moment.

Lexa studied her face, her mimic and finally followed her gaze that was leading nowhere. Octavia then bit her lip as if she was remembering it all too well.
Lexa knew what it felt like trying to open up about something that makes you just incredibly uncomfortable, what it felt like when a flash of forgotten memories pop up and remind you of emotions you didn't want to feel ever again.

"But when her lips turned blue and her eyes were bedded in dark swollen circles, we knew."
A tear was slowly finding its way down Octavia's cheek.

"We knew that she was never going to be okay, that her time on earth was limited and that every day could be the last day." She sniffed. "I didn't want to go to school anymore. I was afraid I wouldn't find her in her room when I'd come home in the afternoon. I was so scared she'd leave without giving me the chance to say goodbye."

"I'm sorry." Lexa sighed. She really meant it. A loss of a parent can rip you apart, no one knew better than herself. She knew what it meant to have it all figured out. To have a finished puzzle, showing off a beautiful image. And then suddenly it's torn back into pieces with the difference that now important pieces were missing and those would never return to its original place.

"On one particular day, she was sitting outside in her wheelchair. By then she was too weak to walk and would normally just stay in bed and wait til someone gets home. But this day? She somehow managed to get herself up and get outside."
Octavia remembered It very clearly.

"I came home and saw her sitting there, just staring into our yard. Rain was pouring down on her. She wasn't even wearing a jacket."

Octavia hurried home after school to look after her mother. Her dad had told her the day before he would not be home before night fall. Octavia assured it was okay for him to attend an important meeting at work while she'd look after her mother. Bellamy was usually outside with friends. He couldn't bear seeing their mother like this, and therefore, used any opportunity to escape reality. Octavia understood even If Kane couldn't. She knew her brother well enough to see through his indestructible wall.
Inside, he was just as struggling with the news the last doctors appointment had confirmed.

She opened the door to her mothers room and was shocked not to find her there. She couldn't have gone far, she thought.
After checking the bathroom and kitchen her heart stopped when she looked outside the window by accident.
Her heart dropped into her guts when she noticed her mothers wheel chair standing in the middle of their yard.

She stormed outside, almost dying of  heart failure when she realized thick rain was pouring down on her mother who wasn't even wearing a jacket. Who wasn't even moving.

"Mom!"
Her inner panic alarm was going wild as she turned the chair around.
For a second she was sure she'd find her mother dead in her chair but was relieved to see she was alive.
"What the hell mom?!" She pushed the chair back to the front porch and then back inside.