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03/29/2020 01:50 PM 

ii. personal study | claudia's death.

"There is no greater loss than that of a parent losing a child", words written by a parent and not a suffering young child; Stiles hated the literature. The entirety of his life, the woman he came to know and love from sun up to sun down, slowly withered away into a husk of hurt and confusion before his young eyes. Perhaps it was the early dosage of emotional torture which enabled Stiles to deal with the chaos of a supernaturally inclined life during his teens. Watching friends perish by the sword, witnessing flesh char, and being controlled by an evil spirit -- it paled greatly to a eleven year old boy's immense suffering.

The youth grew up and he grew up fast, however he held onto foolish behaviors and silly quirks to maintain a degree of joy inside his soul. Not only did Stiles need it, Noah needed that spark, too. As Stiles watched his mother slip between lucidness, mania, and clarity, he perceived the world for what it really was and the strange dynamics of adult hood. Noah lost his lover, the love of his life, yet Stiles lost both of his parents. Although the boy had been the one to feel the life vacate Claudia, upon his father's arrival to the hospital after hearing word, a large piece of Noah died. Stiles lost them both. It was eleven year old Stiles who watched over his father, cleaned up the empty takeout containers, and disposed of bottles of alcohol.

A very dark side of his childhood he shared with no one, for the admittance of Noah's slipping as a father would crush the man further.

As Stiles sobbed over his mother's death, he sobbed over his father's passed out body in the living room. He understood his father's spiral into sorrow, however Claudia's sudden rage towards her own son had frightened him the most. Deteriorating, her brain was losing losing function. From phantasms that were not there, sleepless nights, and erratic behavior.. Claudia was not Claudia, yet whenever Stiles was present, her mind appeared to be clear. She either gazed at him lovingly or shot him looks of accusation and mania.

"You.. it all started when you were born," The snap in her speech had frightened Stiles greatly, and it had taken Noah's strength to pry and calm the woman. Could such a thing be triggered by child birth? She loved Stiles, he knew it, however the woman also stared at the boy with a strange clarity until the day before she died. The day of her death was different. Riding on a cloud of heavy medications. She was fitful and clammy, but warm and smiling all the same -- just as a mother should be. Stiles had rushed to the hospital when he heard of her incoming peril, and gripped her hand beside her death bed.

"Mieczyslaw.. Mieczyslaw.. My sweet mischief." Clammy hands gripped his, but it didn't hurt for he felt like he had his mother again. "Mommy... Mommy," Stiles recited his love for his mother as though he were casting a spell to keep her alive. The spell, prayer, wish did not come true, and Noah opened the door of the room to find his son's head lying atop Claudia's dead chest; their fingers interlaced. There are things he never even told his best friend, for Stiles had to grow up fast.. and growing up means pushing down things that eat away at your heart and mind.

 

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