***stiles pov***
I'm broken, shattered into thousands of tiny pieces that cut you when you try to pick them up. That's exactly what I tried to do and I have the scars to prove it. I keep my razors in a box at the back of the cupboard in my bathroom along with my Adderall and other drugs I have to take in order to get through life.
Nobody knows about my depression even though I tried to tell them but they just won't listen. NO ONE CARES. Not even Scott who has been my best friend since we met in the sandbox when we were four. My dad is always at work and we barely talk since my mum died. I'm always alone in my room searching random things on the Internet or at stupid pack meetings trying to figure out the new threat to Beacon Hills. Honestly you could write millions on books on what's gone on in Beacon Hills.
I walked into my bathroom and grabbed my razors from the back of the cupboard and some pills without looking at the label (THUG LIFE😎).
I pored what I though was a couple but on second thoughts probably wasn't as my vision was blurred by tears and the drugs kicking in .
I tried grabbing a razor I missed and fell hitting my head on the way down .
I winced in pain gripping my head then stumbled to my feet grabbing a razor for the second time .
I lined it up with my wrist and closed my eyes letting tearing fall down my face thinking of how shit my life was and counted too 3.
U dug the razor into my skin crying from the pain which lowly faded the more blood that run down my arm .
As I keeped cutting my balance got all dizzy and I fell into my bathtub. Unfortunately I still had the razor in my hand and ended up slicing my stomach open before I fell into darkness.
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Broken Pieces (sterek)
FanfictionStiles and Derek have an interesting relationship, it was mostly Derek threatening Stiles and Stiles saving Derek. But what happens when Stiles is the one that needs saving? Will Derek come to his aid or leave him to help himself? I don't own any te...
