Teen Wolf Untold: Stiles

Saying Goodbye

Stiles burst through his front door. He couldn't breath. His vision was blurry, his hands were shaking, and he could barely walk straight. He stumbled up his stairs using the last strength he could summon. He crawled past his bedroom and into the bathroom. With one last push he picked himself up and climbed into the shower. He flipped it on cold and sat down. His clothes were soaked. He was freezing now and turned
the hot water up. That didn't seem to be warm enough so he turned it all the way up burning his skin. Scott ran into the bathroom at the sound of Stiles' heartbeat going two hundred miles an hour. He could smell the heat and anxiety in the bathroom. But above all he could smell Stiles' flesh burning under the scoulding water. "Stiles, what the hell is wrong with you?" he ran over and turned the shower off. He tried to help Stiles up off the shower floor but was pushed away. Stiles was in the same state as when he walked in. His
whole body was still shaking. Even though he had the water so high it was burning his skin he still couldn't
seem to get warm. He was having a panic attack. "Stiles, what's wrong with you? Stiles. Stiles look at
me. Is this a panic attack?"

"I...what?...Scott....I"

"Dude what do I do?"

"He needs to hold his breath." Sheriff Stilinski walked in.

Scott looked around trying to figure out what to do. He got an idea. "Stiles, please don't hate me for this." He picked him up by his shirt and held him against the wall with one hand. Summoning all the energy he had in his body his eyes started glowing red. He balled his free hand into a fist. He could hear every bone crack. And in one swing his fist landed in Stiles'
chest knocking all the air out of him.
Stiles doubled over trying to catch his breath.

"Huuugghhh!" he gasped letting air in.
"Tha..thank..you..man." he leaned on Scott's shoulder.

"No problem." Scott and the Sheriff helped Stiles to his bedroom.

Stiles fell stiffly on his bed. Stiles' dad stood over him. "I'm glad you're ok. I'll be right downstairs if you need me." He left the room silent.

"Ana's pack left back to where ever they came from." Scott filled him in.

"Everyone went home and
Jackson went to his parent's"

"And Lydia?" he asked almost praying the answer wasn't what he was curtain it was. With Jackson.

"Went home."

"Does everyone hate me?"

"No, of course not."

"Scott I almost killed that guy, I did kill Ana."

"Stiles you were protecting your friends. It's all you ever wanted."

"All I ever wanted was for you guys to be safe. You'll never be safe with me around."

"Stiles, what are you saying?"

"I thought I could control this, but I can't."

"Stiles, you cant leave. Your entire life is here. Your dad, Lydia...me. We always figure it out."

"Not this time Scott. What happens next time I go out of control, I don't want to hurt you."

"There are ways to learn control. I can teach you, Derek can teach you."

"No, Scott. I have to do this, for me." He pulled Scott into an embrace. A sentimental man hug. "Just promise me something."

"Of course, anything."

"Keep them safe."
"I as long as I live." He released from Stiles and they did a bro hand shake. Scott left right after. Stiles sat on the
bed staring at his hands. The blood was gone but his knuckles were bruised. He stood up and moved all
over his room grabbing things packing them into a duffle bag. After it was full he threw it on his shoulder. Walking toward the door he turned around, taking a last look at his room. Leaving like this made him feel alone. He noticed a picture frame on his wall across the room. He walked over and delicately
removed it from it's spot on his wall. It was Lydia's tree drawing. He cuffed it under his arm and walked
out turning off the light and closing the door.