Stiles's P.O.V
I jumped when I heard my alarm clock screaming into my ear. I slammed my hand down on the snooze button and the ringing stopped. I groaned and curled up into my bed sheets. I didn't wanna wake up today, at all. I just wanted to sleep, but at the same time I didn't. With a sigh, I sat myself up and looked at the time. 7:20. Why does school have to be so early? I got up on shaky legs and I rubbed my eyes. I went over to my bathroom and looked in the mirror. I had dark bangs under my eyes, making me seem like a raccoon. Well, they're called raccoon-eyes for a reason.
I touched under my eyes and I closed them. Memories of my dream came flashing back. Well, more as in nightmare. I didn't have dreams anymore. No, everything was just nightmares. Every night it was a different one. A different scene, a different face, a different setting. But they were always linked to the same thing. To that day. The day I lost her. My family. My mother... The day I witnessed her being murdered in front of me.
I shook my head. No bad memories at this hour. No pity parties. No nothing. I had to get ready. I can't be late. I sighed and I turned the tap on. I splashed water on my face and I brushed my teeth. I went back to my room and I walked over to my closet. I grabbed a random shirt form the closet, my usual red hoodie, and some normal jeans. I removed my sleepwear and I dressed in my casual attire. I pulled my hood up and I tugged it a bit, making sure it covered a bit of my face. I looked in the mirror and sighed, my bangs were still noticeable.
I grabbed my backpack and I started heading downstairs. The smell of freshly made coffee hit my nostrils and I knew dad was home. He sat at the table, his paper work scattered around everywhere and his coffee mug in hand as he sipped from it, seeming sleep deprived. I leaned on the staircase and he saw me. He looked at me and smiled, the exhaustion in his eyes visible "Morning Stiles". I nodded "M-morning dad". He sighed and looked down at the paperwork "Sorry, I was going to make you breakfast but I got caught up on this".
I shook my head and I went over to him "D-don't apologize, I k-know y-you're busy. It's o-okay". He looked a me and rubbed his forehead "I feel as if I don't pay attention to you. Hell, you're starting you're second year on high school and I didn't even pass time with you during vacation. And I mistreat you, Stiles you're stuttering for god's sake. I don't pay attention to your needs" he stood up and went over to me, he placed his hands on my shoulders and gave them a small squeeze "Stiles, I'm basically neglecting you". I shook my head "Y-you're n-not, you're j-just b-busy". He looked at me and took off my hood. He grabbed my chin and lifted my head "You have bags under you eyes... The nightmares again?".
I sighed and nodded. He shook his head and let go of me "I'm calling in the school, tell them you're gonna be absent. I'll stay home today, you need to rest, I'm not sending you to school like that". He went to reach for his phone and I grabbed his hand "Dad, it's a-alright, p-please. Y-you finish y-your work, it's o-okay". He sighed and wrapped his arms around me. I tensed slightly and he rubbed my back. My backpack dropped to the floor as I hugged him back. He was so warm, I missed hugging him. He had his chin on top of my head "I'm sorry Stiles, I promise I'll find some time for you". I just hugged him, I wasn't focusing on what he said. I just missed this. I missed hugging my dad. I laid my head in his chest and just breathed in his scent. I felt like a child again. Like those times where I'd wait for him to arrive late at night, and he'd arrive and I'd just hug his leg, because I was so short that's as tall as I reached. I smiled at the memory, it seemed to be one of the few good memories that hadn't turned into chaos.
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FanfictionStiles Stilinski is a depressed teenager, still mourning the death of his mother. With social anxiety and depression, average daily tasks for him are a hassle. His dad being a sheriff at the local police station is oddly ever at home. Leaving Stile...