The Star that never Shone

Chapter XXIX

MELISSA

Seeing him again was something that I had never thought of doing until the day I died. Slowly but surely, I kind of started to wonder if I had actually died, and this was my version of heaven.

Seeing him again left me at ease but I was in shock in so many ways. The nights that I had slept in his room or even just laid in his bed wide awake as the wish of dying would slowly teased my brain. I mean, the parents should be ones dying first not the kids.

Night after night I had walked around the house in hope that I would somehow find him hiding somewhere just like when he was little. Hiding in the closet or the backyard when we played hide and seek, or even in between the shelves. I still don't know how he was able to fit in there...

Everyday I would wake up in hope that the previous night was just a dream, a terrible dream that I would soon wake up from. Somehow the dream seemed to never end, until now. The only day that I hadn't searched around the house just like I used to every morning, the only day that I did not look under the bed, inside the closet or behind the shelves was the day that he had finally appeared. Because this whole time, I knew he wasn't dead.

Nobody believed me when I had said it at first, everyone thought that it was just my own way of grieving but it wasn't. Every mother knows when her son is lying, in danger, so why wouldn't every mother also know when her child is dead? That's why I would search for him. He wasn't dead. Not to me.

As his arms wrap around me as I fall to the ground, I can finally tell that this is real. That he's real and I am not dreaming. The day finally has come.

After a few minutes, we had both finally calmed down and stood up. Stiles gets the broom to clean the broken glass around us but I tell him to leave it all to me. I stand before my son and his best friend with red and puffy eyes but proud and happy. Although I had decided to do something first. "Ow!" Scott yelled painfully. "What took you so long?" I asked. My son and Stiles look at each other, confused. "Y-You knew?" Scott asked. "That you weren't dead? Yeah I knew, but I didn't know where you were." I watched as they both stared at each other for a really long time and still have not said a word to me since. I mean, I get how it sounds but after all, I am a mother and I know my child, there is no way that he could've been dead and I'd feel as if he wasn't. A mother's sixth sense never fails.

Slowly but surely, we had our dinner, even though Lydia did not show up, I was beyond happy that my son has come back to me. Everyday I would go to work as if nothing had happened, the concentration slowly kept getting lost in wonder if my child one day would show up only when rushed through the double doors with paramedics.

There were many times that maybe, just maybe, I thought he was dead. There is nothing more upsetting than having to wonder where in the hell your child might be. The thought of having them gone for so long is something that I cannot get out of my mind. The walks to the park and watching the kids play, thinking that my son was once like this and would never be able to grow up to get married. Thankfully enough though, he is finally here with me and I couldn't have been more happier. Enough of that though, my son is finally here, there is no point to keep talking about the things that would make my mind work during the times I had to sleep. 

The night went on, and eventually Stiles had to go home. This left me with my son, after such a long time, I guess we're back to being normal again. "Where have you been this whole time?" I wondered. I didn't know if he wanted to talk about it but I knew that something happened to him. Hopefully, he will tell me. With a sigh, he answered. 

As he told me what had happened during the time he was gone, I couldn't hold back the tears. I could not believe that my son went through all of this without me. He was suffering and I didn't even know how to help him. I wish I was there. "Calm down mom, it's okay now. Everything is going to be fine. Don't worry about it. I'm here." Yes, he was. Here. With me. Finally.

3 MONTHS LATER

I ran as fast as I could to get to him. I could not lose him again and I will not. I'd rather die than lose him again. However, when I got there, I didn't see anything. I kept slowly walking but carefully to not make any noise. Until I was able to smell something. Metal.

I pointed the flashlight towards the floor. Blood. There was blood. He told me he was going to be here... Where's Scott? Where is my son?!

I kept walking, trying to not get scared. Maybe I was just overreacting. Maybe it wasn't his. Then who could it be? I kept walking with the flashlight in front of me, so I wouldn't fall but I had a strange feeling. Someone was behind me. I quickly turn around frightened, point the flashlight to however I thought it was there. Lydia.

She was shaking and didn't know where to look. She was in shock. I could see blood on her hands on clothes, even her face. A lot of blood.

What happened here?!

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