September 11th, 2017

                                                           Based a little on Supernatural.

                    Play song throughout reading the whole story, really sets the mood.

                                                                                 Hospital:

     It was a stormy Monday, you were in the hospital with your mother. She had stage 4 breast cancer and is getting treatment for it.

"Hey ma, your gonna be okay, okay?" You sniffle, tears slipping from your eyes, afraid that your wrong.

"Yeah Mrs. L/n, your gonna live, I promise you." Connor smiles, he looks at you smiling.

"Right Y/n?" You glare at him, looking right through his soul.

"You shut your mouth Connor. Do you understand me? That's my mother, not yours." You glare, tears slipping faster.

"I-I'm sorry...I was just...I thought..." He stutters. 

"That's the thing Connor. You don't think. You need to stop thinking you know everything." You squeeze your moms hand.

"But Y/n, I just-" You cut him off.

"Get out now."

*Beeeeepppppppp*

Your moms heart stops, she starts having trouble breathing. 

No doctor in sight.

"Y-y/n..."

"GET OUT CONNOR NOW!!!" You screech, hugging your dying mother, tears pooling out of your eyes.

Connor rushing out, a tears slips from his eyes.

Your mother gasps for air.

"HELP!!! PLEASE I NEED A DOCTOR!" 

"Y-y/n...you just made a mistake." She gasps for oxygen.

"W-what do you mean mom?" You question stroking her hair.

"You screwed up. The last person that loves you like I do, you just threw away. Like nothing, like garbage." She struggles to talk.

Then, she flat lines.

Leaving you all alone in this cruel world.

The doctor runs in, nurses right up her ass.

"Your too late..." You whisper, chocking on your words and tears.

The doc turns to you, she rubs your shoulder, ushering you out.

"I'm sorry for your lose, I really am. But Ms. L/n, you should go home, you've been here for a week straight. Please go home." You nod, walking away feeling empty.

You head to your car, standing in the rain you take out your phone nonchalantly calling Connor.

No answer.

You get in your Jeep, and drive home.

 Alone. 

Once you get to your driveway, you turn off your car and unlock your door, walking straight to your bedroom.

Stripping, and getting under the covers. Staying there.

                                                         *1 week after death of your mom*

You finally get out of your bed after a week. 

You call Connor.

Again, no answer.

You really are all alone, forever.

Your worthless.

Stupid.

Annoying.

Fat.

Ugly.

You should have died.

Not your mom.

All these thoughts have consumed your every being.

                                                        *SUICIDE WARNING!!!*

You walk to the kitchen, you go through all the drawers.

Then, you find it.

Your moms favorite kitchen knife.

You pick it up, looking at yourself from the knife.

You look dead....

You should be. You thought.

You take the knife and smile, and then look up.

I"ll see you soon mom, real soon. I love you." You whisper, tears falling.

You take the knife in your right hand and cut a deep vertical gash in your left arm.

You scream in pain and do the same to your right arm, multiple times.

You cry, falling against the perfectly white fridge. 

Smearing blood on it.

You look at the blood. "Not so perfect no are you?"

You laugh like manic and then black out.

                                                                          *Connor's home*

"Hey ma, thanks for coming over. I really needed it." He smiles, hugging his mom.

"I know, how long has it been since you've talked to Y/n though?" She asks her son.

"It's been a week..." He sighs.

"Go see her, please, your all she's got left. Go to her. I can take a cab Home." His mom smiles warmly, deeply worried about his girlfriend Y/n.

"Okay get home safe mom, I'll tell you what happens." He runs out of the house, to his truck.

He drives fast to Y/n's house, like his life depends on it.

He gets to her driveway and jumps out with roses in his hand.

He walks up to the door and knocks.

Nothing.

He looks underneath the welcome mat and grabs his spare key.

He unlocks the door and walks in, tripping over discarded shoes.

He walks towards the kitchen light.

He walks in the kitchen and see's her on the floor.

Blood surrounding her.

He dropped the roses at his feet and ran towards her.

He Takes off his black jacket and wraps both of her arms up, stopping the blood.

With his right hand, he grabs his phone and calls 911.

After he hangs up he calls Matthias.

He tells him to pass the message to her step brother, Michael.

He hangs up.

The ambulance comes taking Y/n away.

Connor follows Behind, worry filling his every pore.

He can't lose her, he thought. 

When he makes it, they ask him to sit in the waiting room.

Within 5 minutes of waiting a small crowd walks in.

Matthias.

Michael.

Gunner.

And, Tanner.

They are the most tight knit group that is close to Y/n.

Her family, so to speak.

They ask him questions. hugging and crying.

Then the Doc walk out asking for Connor and Michael.

They walk up to the doc, slowly.

He tells the men that she's alive.

"She asked for you young man." He points to Connor.

"Then she wants to see the rest of you, this is the only time we will allow this many people."

"Thanks Doc." The rest of the men say.

The doctor leads Connor to her room, walking swiftly.

They get to her door and Connor enter's slowly.

"Y/n?" He walks up to her bed and holds her left hand gently.

"Hey Connor." She smiles sadly.

Connor starts to cry profusely.  

 "I'm sorry Connor. I love you." She whispers to her young lover.

"I love you too." They weep together for a long time before she asks to she her other family.

All the men walk in and cry over her.

"I promise this won't ever happen again. Because I know I have family; I am loved very much. I love you guys."

The end.

Thank you all for being so patient with me. I am glad to say I am back and requests are open. I'll see you guys in the next chapter, bye!