𝘛𝘪𝘮𝘦 𝘞𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘛𝘦𝘭𝘭 ~ 𝘛𝘏𝘐𝘈𝘔

𝘊𝘏𝘈𝘗𝘛𝘌𝘙 𝘛𝘞𝘌𝘓𝘝𝘌

*Liam's pov*

Walking around trying to listen to Scott's voice proved to be harder than I thought.

"Liam."

I turned around, it felt like he was right behind me.

Breathing down my neck.

"Liam, you need to wake up."

Then I feel something grab my hand.

I pulled my hand up, looking at it.

There was nothing there, but I could feel the scar on his hand.

The one scar that Isaac and I bandaged.

The scar he got when Stiles told Isaac he needed to fucking leave.

The scar that Deaton had no idea why never healed.

Scott thought he would heal.

But he never did.

So he hated Stiles more.

Something about his "best friend" talking to his boyfriend in that way.

He crushed the cup in his hand.

And the scar never went away.

I closed my eyes, trying to imagine where he was.

I could hear Scott mumbling, then him yelling.

"Theo! No!"

My heart skipped a beat.

"Theo stop with the caramel! How many have you had!?"

I laughed and shook my head.

I needed to leave.

To get back to my Theo.

Who apparently likes caramel now.

No idea when that happened.

If I wanted to leave, it'd have to be now.

Now when my thoughts are stable.

Now when I can think clearly.

Not later when Theo isn't the person he is to me now.

Not later when all my friends hate me.

Not later when I'm feeding this addiction.

When I want a drink.

When I want the real Theo.

When I want the wolfsbane.

When I want to die.

When I'm a mess.

When I can't even recognize myself.

Not later.

Now.

"God."

"How the hell did I get myself into this?"

I continued to walk around.

Scott's voice is gone.

I didn't know how I was supposed to get out.

I'm just walking around.

Until I'm in Jordan's house.

A bottle and a cup are on his kitchen table.

My first instinct was to drink.

And then I see Jordan.

"Again Liam?"

I turn my back to him.

"No not-not again."

I walked closer though.