Not An Argent : Ariana || S.S

Numbers

"I can't be the hero everytime something happens, Stiles."

"All you had to do was listen to me, dad! You just had to believe me, for once."

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"I'm leaving Beacon Hills. Sorry, Stiles."

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"I actually am enjoying spending time here with you, Stilinski. Who would've thought?"

"I did."
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[STILES' POINT OF VIEW]

My dad knocked on the door slightly harsher then he did before. He must've been banging my bedroom door for at least an hour by now. I locked it, obviously.
I was sitting down on my chair at my desk, doing nothing but feel miserable. Yet, i was trying to get my mind of things by doing some work.

Buzz..Buzz...
I glanced at my phone, not bothering to actually take it in my hand.
Scott, the name read.
He had tried to call me for about fifteen times this day. honestly, i'm not even sure if it's actually daytime.
With a sigh, i decide not to worry my best friend even more. I answer the call.
Silence.
He probably waited for me to speak, but i kept quiet.
"Stiles..?" Scott spoke up, worry echoing in his voice.

"..-Yeah?" I spoke up with my voice cracking caused by the state i was in.

"What's that banging...? -You okay? It's been days since you came to school.." Before i could even answer the beta he added, "-I'm coming."

Call ended.

"Scott, no- Don't!" I yelled softly, not wanting my best friend to see me like this. The last time i had felt like this was years ago.

I sighed deeply and placed the phone down. And in that moment, my dad was able to somehow get the door open without any struggle. "You can't stay in here forever, Stiles. I'm sure school would help you get your mind of things."

I just nodded once, followed by my faint half-smile. "I know..," I added.
He clearly could hear the fragile echoes in my voice.

"I'm sorry, son.. I really am." My dad apologized, desperately. I tried avoiding contact from everyone as long as possible. Even from him. But that's over. I know i have to tell Scott at some point, that'd be today.

"It's fine, dad. I'm fine, don't worry." I lied, in hope for him to feel somewhat better.

He gave me a concerned look before closing the door again, only for Scott to open it after as if he was in some sort of rush.
Once Scott saw what state i was in, his eyes widened. "Stiles.., what happened?"

I turned my face to fully face him, some tears managed to escape my hues and slowly rolled down my cheeks. This was it, i had to tell him right now.
"Aria Argent happened. She..-She's in coma.."

Scott frowned, not sure if this was just one of my sick jokes. Or just me being sarcastic.
He understood this wasn't a joke, nor sarcasm at all just a second later. "For h-For how long?"

"Maybe three weeks or about one to two years.." I stuttered, i tried manning up just a slight bit and fixed my miserable looking posture.

Silence filled the room, i cleared my throat softly as i watched Scott have his own break down. I should help, he's my friend. But i know i can't since i'm in the same state as he is.
I can't help anyone, not even myself.

A few later, Scott managed to man himself up, hope had grown in him. His actions surprised me, as if he just knew everything will turn out okay.

"Let me see her." He spoke, confident and sure of the fact that all this isn't permanent. It's just a year, right?

Just one year.

You know, there's always numbers crossing my mind, but now, there's only a few.

04.26
The day Ariana Argent landed in coma.
The day the world cried along the sirenes.
The day we share together.

04.26
Don't forget.