I made it, Ma

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Days had gone by, her brother had said absolutely nothing to her and didn't show up. The doctors had finally decided that the damage was too extensive, too severe to fix. So, they pumped her full of pain medicine and had given Skayler a predicted death day. And since then her anxiety had skyrocketed and her sleep had plummeted. Her hygiene was poor, she barely ate and couldn't even begin to explain how depressed she was.

"Hey, ma," Skayler whispered softly, eyes sad but she was smiling. She couldn't let her mother see how depressed she truly was while on her deathbed. That would be the last thing she wants. But she wouldn't want her mother on her deathbed. She'd rather her mom be fine and see her depressed than the current scenario.

"Hi, sweetie," she whispered back, voice rough from the non-use. Her eyebrows furrowed, though. "Where's James?" Skaylers stomach dropped, watching her mother closely before sitting with her back to the window and holding her mothers hand.

"I love you, he loves you, but he... didn't want to be here," Skayler whispered, eyes glittering over with unshed tears. "I want you to see my first game, just one. I want to be able to show you that I can do it," she smiled softly. Her mother smiled back.

Her mother smiled. "I want to as well, see you kick some major ass," she coughed violently before turning and smiling. "My time is coming to an end, here. If I flat-line, do not allow anyone in to save me. I want to go at my own time. When I go is when I go," Skayler frowned, tears now slowly leaking from her eyes.

"Yeah, anything you want. I just, can't imagine a," she hiccuped before hiding her face in the sheet, pressing her mothers hand against her cheek. "I just can't see you go," she sobbed softly. Her mothers other hand ran through Skaylers hair, ever so softly. Skayler opened her phone and hit record, setting her phone down, she wanted just one memory of her mother before she left. Just one.

"I know, darling. I know, Skayler, and I love you. I don't want to go but I know that when I go is final. I don't want to suffer any longer," she coughed again, this time her body spasming with it. Sniffling, Skayler looked wide eyed at her.

"Mom?" 

The coughing grew harsher, loud gasps coming between them. Her mother finally relaxed, the heart monitor had slowed down.

"I love you, Skayler. So, so much. I will watch you and love you. You will be the best there is, and I will smile happily from heaven as you do it, I am so, so proud of you," she looked over and smiled,

"I love you too, mom,"

"Mom?"

"Mom?!"

"Mom!"

The heart monitor flat-lined, and Skayler, now standing, collapsed to her knees. Sobs wracked her body as she gripped the hand of her now dead mother tightly. She gripped the blanket with her other as she screamed her pain out. 

...

Skayler had, somehow, fallen asleep and was in the chair beside her mothers bed. The body was no longer there, but no one had made her leave.

"Where's mom? Is she in surgery again?" James' voice came from the door. When Skayler looked up, her face was slightly swollen and her eyes were pink.

She saw some of the Brewers, some she could see and others she couldn't as well, stand outside the door.

"You weren't here," 

"What? Speak up, Skayler. I want to see her,"

Skayler looked up, eyes hardened but not all there. 

"She died and you weren't there!" She screamed while standing up.

"I'm sorry that I have a job to do!"

"And I'm sorry that your dumbass couldn't take time off to see your dying mother!"

"I couldn't!"

"Then you shouldn't be here! You didn't want to see her off, and you shouldn't be here now!" She collapsed again, her knees throbbing as her shoulders shook.

With her hand covering her mouth, Skayler sobbed.

She sobbed and cursed her brother and whatever god was listening.

"I shouldn't be doing anything for your lazy ass, but I'm a good brother,"

Skaylers head snapped up. "I'm the lazy ass? I'm over here working my ass off to pay for my basic necessities, mom's hospital bill, my college tuition and rent! If I'm the lazy ass then you are just some fucking dead-beat asshole!" She shouted back, throwing herself up and at her brother with anger stiffening up her shoulder, pushing her to hurt him just as he hurt her.

She felt arms pulling her away, and looked to see Braun holding her back, while a few of the others tugged her brother away. 

She fought, though. She struggled, and scratched, and clawed her way to try and get to her brother, but another person (who she found was quite tall and in her anger didn't recognize as Yelich) came and helped.

So she scratched at him, screaming profanities at her brother and sobbing before collapsing into the hold of the two men, allowing them to take all of her weight as she dropped like a stone.

I don't want to live this life anymore. I don't have anyone around me to love, whats there to live for now?

She sobbed through the next few hours, through the drive home and into bed.

As she lay in the darkness, she felt numb. She was emotionally exhausted, and had every right to be so.