mason drowned himself bc tbh!!!!
"Mason, I’m home!" Marcella was home early, she wasn’t supposed to come back until later, but the party wasn’t as fun as she thought it would be and there was something worrying her. Her stomach was in a knot and she felt like she couldn’t breathe, it was some kind of bad feeling. Earlier she had shook it off, after her friend insisted that it was nothing, just her mind playing games on her, and she thought she was probably right, but now she couldn’t avoid wondering why she felt like this. Taking off her heels she sighed in relief, walking along the living room and dropping them by the couch carelessly. “Mase! I said I’m home!" Usually he would have already came to squeeze her or be nosy about her night, or at least he would’ve called something out in response. The blonde shook her head, maybe he was asleep, or maybe he went out and forgot to tell her he wouldn’t be home by the time she was back — unusual. Truth is Mason had been acting weird lately, and Marcella could pretend not to notice sometimes but she wasn’t dumb, not at all, and it worried her the way he had been acting.
“Marcella, wait!" She felt him grab her arm and turn her around, her eyebrows furrowing slightly, “I know, I won’t be home too late, quit acting like a mom." She chuckled, and he wore a small smile that somehow seemed a little sad. "It’s not that just— I love you, okay?" Her eyebrows were still furrowed in confusion at this, sure, he was overly affective with her most of the time, and she complained almost very time he hugged her, — even if deep down it felt kinda nice — but this felt different. “I love you too" She ended up saying, being pulled into a hug for a good minute or so. Glancing up at him when he finally pulled back, there seemed to be tears in his eyes, but she couldn’t tell for sure because he turned away and then put on a grin. "Be good, uh?" The dark haired boy warned, and it made her chuckle, "Bye, Marcey." Then she opened the door, ready to walk out but turned around first, “I’ll be back later, don’t wait up" She winked, and usually he’d be the one to say what she said next but “Call me if you need anything."
So that’s what she was worried about all this time, her brother. Water. She needed some. Walking to the kitchen she poured herself a glass, taking a few sips before walking upstairs to check Mason’s room. “Mase? You won’t believe what I heard at—" Marcella stopped herself when she didn’t see him in his room, the door was wide open too. His bathroom’s door was closed though, so she walked inside the suite, the glass still in her hand as she got to the closed door and tried to see if she heard him shower or something, “Mase?" Her voice was weak, eyebrows furrowing like they did earlier and she called out his name again. Nothing. Marcella’s free hand reached for the doorknob turning it slowly before pushing the door open, taking a step inside.
Everything from then on happened incredibly slowly, like in a dream, or in a movie. The glass slipped from her hand and it shattered on the floor, the sound echoing much louder in her ears than it usual would. Her hand flew to cover her mouth, a choked sound slipping past her lips, but she was on her knees by the bathtub in less than a second, reaching for him, turning him around, pulling on his clothes, pushing the wet dark brown hair away from his face. “No! Mason, what—" She was yelling. He couldn’t be dead, he couldn’t he couldn’t. He’s not dead, it kept replying inside her head, or maybe she was saying it out loud, she wasn’t sure, she just needed to save him. The little girl dragged him out of the bathtub, laying him on his back on the floor. In all honesty, she had no idea what to do. She couldn’t breathe, she was panicking, her hands were shaking, her whole body was shaking. Her shaky hands started pumping his chest then, like she saw people doing in movies, but he was long gone. “Wake up! Mase, p-please—" He wasn’t breathing, she knew it, he was freezing cold and paler than she’d ever saw him but didn’t want to believe it, she just didn’t want to believe it.
Full on crying, sobbing, choking, screaming. This was her brother, Mason, Mase, Masey, laying on the bathroom floor, dead. It was the person who cared about her the most in the world, the person who she cared about the most too.Very shakily she managed to get her phone from her pocket, dialing their step mother’s number, still not able to calm down, by this time she doubted she ever would. “Mom! Ma—Mason, I-I— Please, plea— come. I don’t know what— Mase is—" The phone slipped from her hand, hitting the ground and Marcella fell forward, her forehead resting on his chest, hiccups shaking through her petite body, ever ending tears running down her cheeks. Her hands were gripping his shirt tight, but it wasn’t her Mason anymore, she couldn’t hear his heartbeat, or feel his warmth or hear his voice. She’d never experience any of that ever again, and that hit her harder than anything. He was gone. “Why?" It was more like a whimper than anything else. Marcey, don’t cry, you’re fine, you’re okay. Please, stop crying, Marcella, I love you. His voice was all she could hear in her head. Ironic isn’t it? “I love you too, Mase, I love you. I love you." She said it over and over again, still crying, still holding onto him, still resting her forehead on his chest.
Poor little blonde girl, she had no idea how much time it had been, it was all a blank. For all that matters it could’ve been hours, or just a few minutes, she just didn’t know, and she didn’t move either. Not until familiar hands pulled her up and she fell into someone’s arms. God, she missed their real mom so much sometimes, she wished it was her, she wished she could have her back, Mason back. She held onto her step mom though, who she loved a lot too, mumbling non sense about him, hearing cries and pleas and sniffles and her dad was there too, she could hear his voice, she could feel him pulling her into him. The rest of the day was really a blank, maybe she passed out right there. Maybe. Maybe Mason was gone, but he'd always still be with her.
