This is more of a writing exercise for me, to stretch these muscles but I'm still going enjoy it, a lot. XD

My usual beta is Kittiekatt has been given a monster of a project and so my best friend Dances-like-flames is filling, she's the one that gave me the cool little summary and title because I suck at titles : ) so everyone welcome her! Thank you! :D

Scars That Don't Heal

Chapter 1: Stiles

It's been coming. This isn't sudden at all, it hadn't snuck up, it hadn't just happened, this was inevitable. But he still hoped for a miracle, that some God out there would take pity on them. That it wouldn't happen to them–they were happy, why them? Why did it have to them?

He'd hoped so much.

She'd been so strong. she'd smiled every day, would hug him with hands bruised with IV drips, would laugh the way she always did. Even when she gotten worse, when she'd stopped remembering him, his dad, she still smiled–there were still moments where she would remember them, would hug and kiss him and hold him tight like she always did and he hoped. He hoped so strongly.

If she was so strong why wasn't her body? Why couldn't anyone help her? Why did it have to her?

Why did she have to scream at night so fearfully? Screams that haunted his nightmares. Why did she have to look so scared sometimes? Why were nights when she couldn't sleep at all? Why were they're times she couldn't breathe?

She'd remembered–she'd remembered his name and he'd been so happy because it meant she's was her, she was his mom and then everything stopped. There was a blur of nurses and doctors, hands grabbing him and pulling him away, when he'd looked up it was his dad and he'd never seen him look like that before–like the world had ended.

He doesn't remember anything after that but now he's in front of a casket and nothing feels real. All he sees is a wooden box engraved things his mom may have liked but he doesn't know for sure anymore, he can't remember and that lodges something in his throat that no matter how much he tries to, he can't swallow it down. His father's hands are gripping his shoulders, weighing down strong and steady, another hand, smaller and childish is curled around his, trembling a little, just like his owner. His father's hands and Scott's are the only thing keeping him tied down, he's sure if they let go he'd float away, past the clouds, up above away from this, away from all of this, maybe to mom.

And then they're home and he doesn't understand why does time keep fading? Is this what life's going to be like without–

His heart thudded loudly in his ears. She's gone. His body is shaking and he can't breathe. His mom is dead. Oh god his mom is–

Suddenly there are hands gripping him shaking him and he hasn't even realized he's started crying or that his mouth his moving, that he's saying something, but all he see is his dad's face fall and then he sees nothing because his dad is burying him into his chest, shielding him from the world and he's crying harder and he knows what he's saying now, why his dad looking at him like that. "She's gone."

So who is next? From the remaining 13?