the game | stiles stilinski²

CHAPTER XXIX - SOFTCORE

'Thanks mom.'

Two years ago I was normal, two years ago I was simply human and two years ago I was sane. Today each of these things had changed, I was no longer normal, I was no longer human and I was almost sure that my sanity had disappeared. My mind had been a non stop record, the ideas of hurting innocent people making my stomach turn to the point that my head ended up in the toilet bowl, my boyfriend having a tight grip on my tangled hair as the crimson red liquid coated the ceramic.

Stiles was the opposite of me, two years ago he was normal, two years ago he was human and two years ago he was sane. Today majority of those things had changed, the boy was an average teenager, his activities different than most but still he was more normal than me, he was still human, his heart beating a normal rhythm and his blood didn't have the properties to heal. Then there was the question of sanity, it was clear the boy and me were the same, we were slowly loosing our minds.

Each of us walked out of the car, our emotions not showing on our faces that were darkened  voids. It was quiet with each step we took, the sea of students yet to trickle in but we didn't miss the two motorbikes parked out front that belonged to a certain set of omegas, the two surprised by our appearance but chose not to speak.

We walked through the doors, the silence that had been looming the whole morning not being broken except from the sounds of our shoes squeaking against the freshly mopped floors and creaking of the doors as teachers waled to their classrooms for the day. No contact was made between us, no connected palms, no touching shoulders, not even the occasional glance with our sunken eyes.

We stopped, our feet coming to an abrupt halt outside the door of the room where our worst nightmares had come true and we waited, the patience we had thinned and our gazes constantly moving but not to each other as fear radiated from our cells. Each of our hands shook from both anxiousness and exhaustion until warm skin touched mine.

My eyes travelled to my hands, the long fingers on my boyfriend laced between mine that were shaking in the same rhythm as my own and no words were spoken. The act being a simple act of comfort, not only for me but for himself. We made eye contact, the pain behind his brown orbs paining me and I'm sure it was the same for me as the sound of voices began to pass us.

Footsteps began to approach us, the steps that were recognisable as the true alpha appearing behind us and he didn't miss our sharp intakes of breath. His eyes darting between the two of us in confusion and worry. They lingered a moment more on our pale skin, the dark circles surrounding our eyes and the shaking hands intertwined by our sides.

"Is everything ok?" He asked, the two of us shaking our heads simultaneously as we lead him into the classroom. The three of us standing in a small circle.