Losing It ~ TeenWolf

Part 23

Liam

I waited anxiously for Stiles to come back, I wanted to know if he could get anything from Charlotte, if she'd speak to him or even tell him what was going on.

At break, we sat at the table, as normal, only, Stiles, Theo and Charlotte weren't there and it felt really empty.

I zoned out of the conversation as I stared at the door where Stiles would walk through if he came back.

After a few minutes, the door flung open and Stiles looked around for a few seconds before he walked over to the table.

He put his bag down and everyone stared at him waiting for him to say something and explain what was going on.

"Is she ok?" I asked, speaking first.

"Not exactly.." he passed me my keys from in his pocket.

"Why what's wrong with her?" Malia asked.

"She hasn't, and won't, take her meds."

"Why won't she?" I asked.

"She says that they hold her back and she wants to be able to feel the same as she used to, shit, I don't know." He brushed his hand through his hair.

"What does that even mean?" Lydia asked.

A thought suddenly came to me, something from when Charlotte and I were younger.

"I think I know what's going on."

"What is it? Is it bad?" Stiles asked.

"When we were younger, like when she was 11, our mother took her to a doctor and they prescribed her on all of these medications. They said she was the weight of a seven year old so they gave her weight gaining tablets, they said she needed to concentrate more so they gave her Advil, not all at the same time because for an 11 year old, that was a lot to take in."

"Ok.. so why is she on benzodiazepines?" Stiles asked.

"Well.. for her last two diagnosis, anxiety and depression, my mother always thought they botched it a bit but the meds did help and kept her stable but every few weeks she'd decided to go off her meds and then she'd be hit with a really low, low."

"So since she's been here, she was happy, really happy, why is she suddenly so.. down?" Isaac asked.

Lydia sighed. "There's a disorder.. it's called bipolar and that seems to be what it could be. The medication is pretty similar to antidepressants so I think that could be what it is but I don't think it worked that well."

"How come the doctors botched her diagnosis so bad then?" Scott asked.

"Maybe they didn't care." I guessed.

It was very likely, the doctor was very rude and short tempered, he also didn't seem to like our family. Apparently my father used to work at the same clinic and he wasn't the nicest of guys.

Suddenly, a voice rang out over the yard, it was the receptionist and she was calling over the speakers.

"Stiles Stilinski and Liam Dunbar please come to the office. That's Stiles Stilinski and Liam Dunbar to the main office." She said.

Stiles and I looked at each other before we grabbed our bags and stood up.

"What do you think they could want?" Malia asked.

"No clue." Stiles said as he shrugged on his backpack.

We walked to the office without saying a word to each other, I was still trying to figure out why we would be needed at the office.

I opened the door and we were met with Amy pacing back and forth fiddling with her fingers, she was definitely nervous which unsettled me and I could tell that it did the same to Stiles.

Why would she need me and Stiles? Why did she even come anyway?

"Hey?" Stiles questioned when she didn't turn to look at us.

"Have... have you heard from Charlotte? I texted her and I went to your house but she wouldn't answer me, usually it wouldn't be that bad and I'd just give it time but I have a really bad feeling in my stomach." She ranted.

Luckily, the receptionist wasn't in the room so we had no one to worry about hearing us.

"She... she's gone off her meds." I said.

"Again? Shit, this isn't good." She ran her hand through her thick brown hair. "Last time she came off her meds, she.. um..."

"She what?" Stiles asked.

"She killed four people..." she said it very carefully, knowing that it could stir something.

"Why?" Stiles asked.

"I don't entirely know but I'm pretty sure they were hunters, like that guy from last night."

"Ok... so is that what you think she'll do this time?" I asked.

"I'm not sure. It's happened a few times and she'll either be really happy or really angry or really down, most of the time it's the second."

"We need to fine her before she does something stupid." Stiles said.

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Stiles drove us back to our house, we had managed to get out of school through Amy, she pretended to be my sister and told me that our mother had an accident and was in the hospital, we told them that Stiles's dad was dating my mother, our lies would be easily untangled if anyone asked.

I unlocked the door and we all ran up stairs and burst through Charlotte's door.

But she wasn't there.

Her phone was there, her meds were there, but she wasn't, she hadn't made her bed but her pyjamas were discarded onto the floor.

"Shit." Stiles exclaimed.

"Was her bike here when we came in?" I asked.

"I don't know, I guess we didn't pay attention." Amy said.

I walked down the stairs and looked out of the window. Sure enough, he bike was gone.

I heard Amy and Stiles walking down the stairs and I turned to face them.

"She's gone."