𝚖𝚘𝚘𝚗𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚞𝚌𝚔 ❦「𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚕𝚎𝚜 𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚜𝚔𝚒」

𝟶𝟻𝟹《𝙰𝙲𝙲𝙸𝙳𝙴𝙽𝚃 𝚆𝙸𝚃𝙷 𝙰 𝙲𝚄𝚁𝙻𝙸𝙽𝙶 𝙸𝚁𝙾𝙽》

𝙽𝚊𝚝𝚊𝚕𝚒𝚊'𝚜 𝙿𝙾𝚅

"Nat, you gotta get up" I hear Scott's voice.

"I don't wanna go to school" I murmur.

I hear my brother sigh and after listening to his feet pad across my floor, I feel the bed dip beside me.

"Hey, listen to me. It's not your fault" Scott assures me.

"Yes, it is. He was with me and I let him go" I mumble guiltily.

"How were you to know that he wasn't going home like he said?" Scott counters.

"I knew he was acting weird. He wasn't himself, Scott" I argue.

"Stop beating yourself up over something you couldn't control" Scott states "Even if you were to know and you were to try to stop him, who's to say that he wouldn't hurt you?"

I don't reply, I just uncover my face and look up at my brother through teary eyes. Scott catches my gaze and his face falls.

"Did he hurt you?" Scott questions.

I nod weakly and pull myself to sit up, letting my covers fall to my lap. Scott's eyes immediately zero in on my neck and he clenches his jaw tightly, his eyes flashing a vivid red.

"Stiles did that?" Scott grits out.

"It wasn't Stiles. I told you, he wasn't himself" I correct him.

Scott seems conflicted between anger and worry as he gets up and walks over to my bathroom. He comes back with a first aid kit and sits back down in front of me, opening the box.

"I'm sorry that I didn't stop Stiles from disappearing" I apologise, a tear running down my cheek.

"You have nothing to be sorry for" Scott declares, wiping my cheek with his knuckles "No one blames you"

I sit in silence as Scott cleans up my neck before putting on a wound dressing, the white band aid looking patch on my neck causing me to sigh in annoyance once I realise how many people will see it and ask questions.

Scott leaves to get ready for school while I drag myself out of bed to do the same thing. My outfit of the day consists of a pair of blue skinny jeans with rips at the knees and a cream coloured cropped cardigan. I brush through my hair and apply minimum makeup before slipping on a pair of white nikes and grabbing my bag.

My brother and I enter the living room to see our mother sat at the table with a distant look on her face.

"Any news?" Scott speaks up.

"They're still looking for him" Mom answers "It's past the 48 hour mark, but I guess if anyone's going to be missing for two days and turn up just fine, it's Stiles"

"What about Isaac?" I ask curiously.

Mom gets up from her seat and places a hand on my shoulder.

"Maybe we should go by the hospital before school" She suggests.

Her eyes fall to the bandage on my neck and she looks me dead in the eyes.