Stiles knew the pack was distant, and for good reason, but he ignored it, they were the only family he had, he did have his father, but he was always at work, providing for them, but what happens when two vampires save him and claim that he can help...
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About a month later it was the beginning of March, a month closer to Stiles' birthday. Speaking of, he doesn't feel all that excited for his birthday. Maybe it was because of everything that he's been through, or... no that's the only reason.
Stiles eyes the cuts on his arms, the scars from what he did a few days prior. He had been trying to stop harming himself, but when he's alone, his mind wanders to Allison, to Void, to his mom, to all the fucked up shit he's been through and he just wants to, well, quiet everything down.
He hated that the only way to do it was by cutting himself, he felt useless every time he did, like he didn't deserve anything, the smiles from his dad, or the care from Melissa. He didn't deserve it if it was so easy to grab a blade and cut, he's weak.
No matter what his therapist says, he's weak. That's why the Nogitsune possessed him, that's why the pack blames him, that's why they think he can't protect himself or the others because he's weak.
It also didn't help with the constant feeling of being watched and the dreams, it was always those two people appearing. It has been like this for a full month now and Stiles felt like he should put himself back in Eichen.
Every corner he would turn, every room he would walk in, he felt like eyes were on him. What made him go insane was the fact that he had gotten used to it, and whoever it was, probably had something to do with the dreams.
He would've gone to Deaton for help, but the bastard was too suspicious. He hated all the damn riddles and nursery rhymes coming from the druid.
With a sigh, he got up and headed to his dresser to get his outfit for the day. He nibbled at his bottom lip as he ruffled through the folded clothes. All the flannels, he didn't want to wear his basic clothing style.
"Fuck it," He grabs random clothes and gets up, leaving his room to go to the bathroom.
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Maybe Stiles was thinking too much of it, but for the whole school day, it felt like the pack had been avoiding him a lot lately. They always turned the other when they saw him coming and
He couldn't technically blame them, especially Scott and Lydia. The Nogitsune had killed Allison and Aiden, and it was wearing his face. Even though he didn't do it, he was just as guilty.
He'll admit, he did feel lonely, they were his friends after all. He couldn't hang out with his dad, because Noah was busy with work.
Suddenly the lights in the school halls flicker off causing him to stop in his tracks, maybe it was a power outage. Then he heard screams, he tensed as he thought the worst. Just as he was about to run towards the noise to try and help, he felt an arm wrap around his chest and a hand covering his mouth.
