𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝙳𝙴𝚅𝙸𝙻 𝚆𝙸𝚃𝙷𝙸𝙽, stiles stilinski

005

Chapter 5
♡ Guilty or innocent? ♡

THE FALLING LEAVES kissed my skin as they fell to the ground,  my back was pressed firmly against the rough bark of a tall tree, I'd opted for staying out in the forest that night so after Scott and Stiles had left, I snuck back inside of my home grabbing only a jacket and my diary. I then continued to write about what had happened that day, how I had found out so much yet so little. I wrote about how I had found out about Scott becoming a beta, and how Laura was dead.

Despite what Stiles and Scott may have believed, I refused to believe that he would kill his own sister so brutally... with zero remorse. Nobody with a heart would ever be able to do such things to their own family, and one thing I knew for sure was that Derek Hale had a heart.

The sun rose quickly the next morning, much to my annoyance. My back was sore and stiff after sleeping on the hard forest floor the entire night, the bark that was digging into my back leaving small scratches behind. I groaned, stretching my arms outwards as a way to try and wake myself up. I wasn't yet sure if I was ready to face the 'Big Bad Wolf' just yet.

I was aware of the small house party that had taken place last night, I had been kindly invited but obviously didn't go, flashes of Laura's lifeless body flooding my mind as well as Scott and Stiles' accusations still running freely through my mind.

Derek killing his own sister?  It couldn't be true.

But I'd become so fond of Derek over the years, he was practically my brother- and was now officially the last member alive in my dysfunctional 'family', yet I doubted him in an instant just because of what two of my clueless friends had claimed?

What kind of a sister was I?

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I DIDN'T WANT TO GO TO SCHOOL, my thoughts too crowded by everything going on: Derek avoiding me, Laura missing or well- dead, Scott and Stiles acting strange as well as the entire school judging me and watching my every move. I was sick of pretending.

Pretending like my life wasn't fucked up, pretending like nothing anybody said to me affected me, pretending like I hadn't lost everything that day in the fire, pretending like I was okay with the absence of my brother, pretending like I could go on without him, pretending like I was happy with my life had become, but I knew I wasn't I had only accepted that there's nothing I could ever do to change it.

So that's what I did.

I went back to the house, hoping Derek wouldn't be home, but unsurprisingly he was.