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This is the beginning of Willow Stilinski's story.
WILLOW STOPPED BELIEVING in hope a long time ago—and well, she had her reasons. In fact, she could most likely write an essay on the matter and possibly even get a decent grade.
Overall, she was a mess full of chaos—and people could see it from a mile away.
Some even choose to talk about her flaws, pull her apart, and fabricate stories about how she became who she is.
But she never let them get to her, or at least she never showed it.
You see, she was practically born with tragedy coursing through her veins. Always following through with the motto, "a smile can hide so much pain."
She was the walking definition of a hurting kid, holding up a single spark to try and signal for some form of safety, but soon that gleaming blaze flickered out and she was left to stand alone on a dark path with no light.
She wore a thousand faces, all to hide her very own.
Others joked around, thinking it was some sort of insecure superpower — but she didn't.
She thought it was her weakness, and even though she has perfected that "talent," it didn't make her want to carry around that false aspect of happiness.
Except admitting she wasn't okay made her feel fragile.
Willow wanted someone to notice that she was this crumbled up exterior of what she once was, but they never did.
And who was to blame but herself?
Then again, maybe she was doing this on purpose. Maybe she isn't getting the help she needs—because she couldn't provide people with what they needed.
Her whole existence made calculations go haywire in her head, constantly wondering what she did to deserve this certain version of "normal," and if it came with an emergency break?
The crazy thing was, it didn't even come with a steering wheel.
Although she searched for the manual, nothing showed up except she did overhear her brother's quiet mumbles—and decided to sneak into the jeep's trunk for this supposed 'treasure hunt'.
However, the reward wasn't gold, but a half-dead body.
Welp, you would think that would be a shocker for an eleven-year-old to come across. She wasn't fazed, rather expected this absurd behavior from the hyperactive spazzed boy given the name 'Stiles Stilinski'.
Not his full name, but let's save the embarrassing stories for later.
His best friend, Scott McCall, ended up getting bitten by Satan in a V-neck, also known as the "big bad wolf" (in Willows words) Peter Hale, on that boring trip to 'Beacon Hills Preserve,' while her idiotic brother got her caught and sent home by their father using the excuse that Stiles was teaching her "very important life skills."
She didn't think getting forced to crawl on all fours and scan the perimeter for human flesh would be a part of that genre, but she let it slide.
That night scarred her, maybe not visibly imprinted across her skin, but it was buried beneath her features, unable to spot it with the human eye.
The night Stiles dragged his buddy on that road trip and Willow's urge to escape the stressful atmosphere of her house forever changed their lives.
A night of mystery turned into a series of traumatic events.
The domino's effect, and when each and every one of them collapsed, a piece of herself did too.
When the ruckus came to a final stop, she really believed that a somewhat happy ending to the horrendous beginning was in the works for her family, that maybe she could help guide everyone out of this custom-made hell.
But when a boy she wanted to forget suddenly shows up unannounced from the school she just escaped from, her responsibilities are put on hold as she needs to work alongside the exact same person who broke her heart.
˚ ༘♡ ⋆。˚ ꕥ
≡;- ꒰ ° 𝙖𝙪𝙩𝙝𝙤𝙧𝙨 𝙣𝙤𝙩𝙚! ꒱
so, that was the prologue!
I hope you enjoyed it. Since
we don't meet Liam until three
episodes into season 4, there
should be about three chapters
before she meets him, in the
mean time you at least get to
know more about her storyline
and personality! which I am so
excited for!
—Tegan <33▝▝▝▝▝▝▝▝▝▝▝▝▝▝▝▝▝▝▝▝▝▝▝▝▝
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𝐈𝐍𝐅𝐀𝐓𝐔𝐀𝐓𝐄𝐃 | Liam Dunbar
Fanfic"I'm not a hero." Willow Stilinski has a past full of trauma, trying to make it by day by day in order to stay afloat on the choppy sea. She once believed in hope, that maybe she would eventually reach the unruly surface and make it to the comfort...