love will tear us apart ⇢ stan uris[✓]

aftershock

( WARNING! this chapter will contain mentions of blood and suicide! Do not read if you don't feel comfortable with the topic as it deals with stan and his suicide. )

Nancy ran out of her office, not bothering to clean up the mess that was in it. She drove to her house, where her adopted mom, Sylvia, lived with her and her daughter. As soon as she made it to the house, she ran to the house and up to her bedroom.

"Sweetheart, what's wrong?" Sylvia called out. Her granddaughter, Marnie, looked up from her english homework and looked up at her grandma.

Sylvia signed to her saying that she was going to check on her mom and that she would be right back. "Annie, can you watch Marnie?" Sylvia asked the nanny, who had returned from walking the dogs.

Sylvia walked up the stairs and walked into Nancy's room to see her packing clothes. "And just where do you think you're going?" She leaned against the wall.

"Derry." Nancy simply said and continued to pack.

"Why in the hell would you want to go back to derry? You've been wanting to leave that place forever." Sylvia sat on Nancy's bed. "Nance, tell me why you're going back."

Nancy sighed and placed a pair of jeans inside her suitcase. "I'll explain when I get back, just please let me do this. I promise I'll tell you everything."

"So you're leaving Marnie? Sweet girl doesn't know what's happening half of the time."

"Can you watch her for a few days? I can't take her with me. It's dangerous for her." Nancy said and zipped up her suitcase. She grabbed her keys and walked downstairs. "Hi, Annie, your check is on the counter. Thanks for walking rosie."

"Going somewhere, Miss Lennon?" Annie said, sitting beside Marnie.

"Last minute trip back home." Nancy frowned. She motioned for Marnie to come to her, which the little girl did. Marnie was born deaf. She knew how to read lips, but she loved teaching people sign language. Nancy signed that she was going to the town that she grew up in and that she would spend a few days with her grandma.

Marnie signed back that she wanted to go with her, which made Nancy shook her head immediately. "Mom, promise me to call me if anything happens." Nancy said to her mom.

"I promise. Marnie is going to have some grandma and me time." Sylvia ruffled Marnie's hair.

Marnie looked at her mom with a frown and refused to move. Nancy sighed and signed that it would be a boring trip and that she was probably going to be sleeping the whole entire time. Before she could even finish her hand gestures, Nancy closed her eyes and pretended to fall asleep, making Marnie smile. She then snored loudly and opened her eyes. "I love you." She said and kissed her daughter's forehead.

"Be safe." Sylvia hugged Nancy.

She nodded and grabbed her suitcase. Annie, Sylvia and Marnie waved goodbye at her, watching her get into her car. Inside her car, Nancy sighed. She was going back to Derry and she couldn't believe it.

Her drive to the airport was quiet. Mostly filled with her thinking about stan. How much she missed Stan. After finding out that Oscar Bowers was dead, the Derry police put Nancy into foster care since she had no family and she couldn't be left in the hands of Henry. Each year passed and not one couple thought that Nancy was good enough to be apart of their family. It wasn't until winter of nineteen ninety three after Nancy had turned seventeen, Sylvia and Mick Ulrich noticed that Nancy was the only one not attending the Christmas dinner that the foster care planned every Christmas.

That was when they decided that Nancy was the one. Not because they saw her sitting on some dirty stairs reading some horror novel Bev had 'stole' from the music store for her, but because they saw something in her that they needed in their life. They saw hope.

That winter night, Nancy was out from foster care and was on her way to the Ulrich residence. It wasn't that far from town. It was more isolated than the old Bowers' house. Sylvia and Mick showed her a room that had a bed, a desk, a medium sized closet and had it's own bathroom.

It was all for her.

She obviously had the losers over for sleepovers. Sylvia didn't want Nancy to be alone so she had the losers over almost every week and let them have camp outs in the backyard or in the treehouse that Mick had built for Nancy, even if she was older. She claimed that she was never too old to play in a treehouse.

The flight was over and Nancy had put Stan's address in the GPS of the car she had rented. She drove by Stan's neighborhood, it was quite but it was the type of quiet that was nice. She stopped in front of Stan's house and stayed in the car for a few seconds thinking that she had made the mistake of even coming to Atlanta in the first place. It was getting dark, Nancy knew she needed to face Stan either way.

Before she could even get out of the car, a woman stepped out of her house screaming for help. Nancy instantly got out of the car and approached the crying woman. "Miss? What's wrong? Are you hurt?"

"My husband...h-he..." she couldn't get the words out as she collapsed on the concrete. "He's dead!" She cried out.

Nancy looked around and saw her neighbors coming out of their houses to see what was going on. "Patty? Oh my god! Patty!" One of the neighbors approached them and grabbed a hold of a crying Patty.

"He's in the bathtub! Blood." Patty choked out.

Nancy didn't think twice and bolted inside the house. She searched in the first bathroom and saw nothing until she made her way upstairs and into the bathroom inside the master bedroom. As she opened the door, she saw the curly haired boy that she loved with his wrist cut, blood dripping from his hands. Nancy put her hands over her mouth and started sobbing at the sight of Stan laying lifeless.

"No, no!" Nancy knelt down by the bathtub and cupped Stan's cheek. "No! You can't- you can't leave me! No, no!"

She didn't care if Stan's blood was now on her hands. She didn't care if she was going to be questioned by the police after this. She didn't care what happened to her. She only cared about stan and now he was gone. "I'm sorry I left. You didn't deserve this." Nancy sobbed.

"You can rest now..." she let go of his hand she didn't realize she had been holding.