in which Wally clark's girlfriend watches her boyfriend die the night before homecoming
first one sho/drabble t on here so please be kind but im OBSESSED with school spirits and if it doesnt get a season 2 i will riot
pt 1 of somethin maybe bc its so short and it may suck bc i'm half asleep writing this ;/
"You have to get up." Her mother said softly from the edge of her bed. The girls' eyes remained fixated on the cool wall ahead of her unblinking. Her body felt numb, her eyes dry from all her tears.
"Why?" She croaked hoarsely as her eyes bounced to her mother's aging face quickly.
"Because you're 17 years old! its been a month- life doesn't just stop because-" Her mother argued as the young teen cut her off.
"My boyfriend died?" She completed the sentence with fire shining in her eyes as she turned her gaze back to the wall.
"You're 17- still young, this is not the only love you'll have love." Her mother sighed as she shut the door behind her retreating figure, leaving the girl alone with the memories and her regrets.
she remembered everything about Wally Clark.
the way his eyes lit up whenever he talked about their future.
their future. how quickly had it been taken from her. it was unfair, the world felt cruel. Because she didn't want to live in a world without Wally in it. Her eyes glanced to the red dress that lay untouched on it's hanger as it pooled out of the bag it was held in.
A week ago she was planning the perfect homecoming. A week ago she had gotten the perfect dress and helped her boyfriend pick out his suit, a week ago everything was okay. now she couldn't tell you what okay was anymore.
a world without wally clark was a cold one. the colors lost their shine.
his mother had tried to reach out to her, cat's fingers numb as she pressed delete on the answering machine, knowing it was cruel to blame her when she knew his mother probably hated herself.
.
.
"10 years from now. Where will you be?"She asked as she bit off the end of a twizzler, her head laying back in the green grass that surrounded them.
"Wherever you are." He said cheesily as she fake gagged, elbowing her boyfriend playfully.
"10 years, a few kids, i'll be retiring from the nfl and transition perfectly into the role of stay at home dad while you slay your girl boss dreams." he chuckled as she rolled her eyes at his antics, the memory now tasting bitter on her tongue as she thought about the future that had been taken from them.
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@maddienears [ … ] post trauma sentence starters / “that was a brave thing you did today.”
IT'S DIFFERENT WHEN IT'S MADDIE SAYING IT. brave and wally should not be in the same context. in comparison to how the interal view of himself is, it just doesn't fit. like pieces of different sides of the puzzle, not meant to click together in place. it feels wrong. he isn't brave .. he's just doing the right thing. for her. for all of them – against everything, it's the least he could do. she's already lost so much. everything he had to lose was long gone by the moment he landed on that field, astroturf meeting the back of his navy jersey. something for her. even if it means his face meets that same turf, hands gripping in an even more white - knuckle hold on the football. that's not the now ( or, exactly right now ) — sitting on the bleachers, watching as the students leave for the day.
she's sincere. ever since he'd known maddie, she never shy'd away from expressing her feelings — anger, rage, sadness. part of him is sure this is why he likes her so much: they all have their demons, hidden deep within the blinding red lights they step into, even maddie herself. and yet she's still chasing answers despite how bleak everything seems. the unknowns would've worn him down long ago. it's admirable, even if it does make his own stomach flip - flop at the implications. a deep breath washes it away in favor of non existent heat rising to his cheeks ( ghosts can blush, right? ) , wally shifts in his feet to distract himself from that. “it – was nothing, maddie, really.” a shrug. all the off handed bravado comes and goes in waves, but a genuine compliment from the blonde stays forever. “the only way out is through, isn't it?”