Losing It ~ TeenWolf

Part 50

Charlotte

Sean was back, and by the looks of it, I couldn't do anything about it.

I hated him with my entire soul and even though Liam seemed unable to detach himself, I'd have no problem cutting him out of my life completely.

My mother seemed to take his side which I hated her for but I couldn't blame her too much, she'd been let down in her life more times than she'd care to admit so her first proper love comes back after years, she's bound to be ecstatic.

Liam I couldn't really blame either, however, I don't think he fully understood everything that had happened when we were children.

I was proud of Liam for coming out to his friends and I felt terrible that that memory would now be corrupted by our fight.

I didn't want to take those pills, hell, I didn't even want to take the ones I am now. The meds I was in at the time drained me all the time, I didn't feel fully... myself. It was as if a wall had been placed inside my brain.

I had been researching more and more about bipolar disorder and lithium medication and as it turns out, when a person isn't medicated they become manic, I didn't feel manic but apparently a person never feels manic they just are.

I had the strongest urge to stop taking my tablets and just letting myself do whatever the hell I wanted but it wouldn't go unnoticed and I would be forced into taking them again.

I had messaged Amy after I got to Stiles's house telling her everything that happened with my dad but I hadn't spoken to her since and I was really missing her. I know that she was dealing with her own things with Nick but I just missed her.

I continued to run through the forest, running as fast as I possibly could to blow off some steam but I couldn't help that someone was following me, or at least watching me.

It was disturbing.

As I ran, I felt my eyes turn red, allowing me to see better and clearer but no matter where I looked I couldn't see anyone.

I was really freaked out so I made my way back to the school. I saw my bag still on the stands so I walked over to it but something smelt.. off.

I looked around and still couldn't see anyone so I checked my bag.

Nothing had been taken and I didn't think anything had been moved until I found a folded piece of paper.

I pulled it out and looked around one more time but still, there was no one.

I unfolded the piece of paper.

See you tonight.

Was written in thick black marker across the page.

My stomach dropped.

I didn't know if it was real or not and that's what scared me.

I didn't recognise the smell at all, it smelt completely foreign which means that it couldn't have been someone from school.

I shoved the note back into my bag and pulled my jumper back on.

I threw my backpack over my shoulder and walked back towards the school.

I pulled my phone out of my pocket and the time was 2:49, I had already missed pretty much the entirety of my last period so I decided to go to the library instead.

I sat down in one of the chairs as far away from the entrance as possible, I didn't want anyone to come near me.

I felt bad for lashing out at Liam, it wasn't his fault and I wasn't even mad at him.

I just had so much anger built up that I exploded and Liam was unlucky enough to get the yelling.

I suddenly smelt something very strong and very familiar.

It wasn't obviously familiar, I recognised it from something that I couldn't quite place.

I knew that I had come into contact with them before but I just don't remember when.

The smell was getting closer and closer.

I sat up straight in my seat waiting to see who it was. I looked throughout the library and there were multiple people there but non that o recognised from a past encounter.

It was then that I saw a boy walking towards me, his eyebrows furrowed in anger, a crease in his forehead and his eyes were filled with... hate?

His hand was behind his back, hiding something.

He walked up the few steps onto the higher platform that I was on and then he walked over to my table, sitting down on one of the chairs but not saying anything.

I stared at him.

It hit me that it was the note, that was the same smell, this boy had put the note in my back pack but I noticed that that thought hadn't put my mind at ease, I knew him from somewhere else still.

He looked up at me, his eyes a dark brown colour that matched his hair.

He suddenly lifted his hand and with a scowl he slammed something down onto my hand.

I yelled out loudly and pulled my hand away from the table. I stood up, my chair skidding over behind me from my abrupt movement.

I looked back at him and he was holding a blood covered pen, I looked down at my hand to see that the wound was gone but blood still remained on my hand.

He stood up and walked away, clutching the pen in his hand.

I held my hand close to my chest and looked around to see everyone's eyes were now on me, I didn't have time for this.

I grabbed my bag and rushed out of the library.

I shook my hand, getting rid of the blood that was still wet. My hand had been stained a red sticky mess and I sighed loudly.

I made my way to the changing rooms but I was stopped midway, I had bumped into Stiles and the others.