Another Martin (Stilinski)

Chapter 15

I don't own Teen Wolf.
Obviously.

"Time to get up!" Mom said, walking into my room.

  "Go away." I said as I pulled my blanket over my face.

  "You're going to be late for your appointment with the school counselor. Remember? We have a deal." Mom said, walking closer to my bed.

"Remember I told you I am fine." I mumbled, trying to fall back asleep.

  "Taylor please." Mom groaned as she pulled my covers away. "Oh my god! What did you do?" Mom exclaimed. I sat up in bed as Lydia ran into my room.

  "What happened?!" Lydia shouted, running next to me as we all stared at my blood covered sheets.

  "Oh my god, what did you do to yourself?" Mom asked, grabbing my hand which was also covered in blood. I looked around my room, trying to figure out what happened, when my eyes landed on my shattered mirror. "Taylor, sweetheart, why did you do that?" Mom asked me as she noticed the shattered mirror too. I didn't say anything I just kept staring.

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"Nice gloves." The boy next to me said.

  "Thank you." I said.

  "So, what's your brand of psychosis?" He asked me. Is he for real?

  "Really?" I asked him, raising an eyebrow.

  "We're both here for something. We don't have to be ashamed of it." He said, turning towards me.

  "I have an acute phobia of people prying into my personal life. You?" I asked him, smiling slightly.

  "Compulsively drawn to cute but narcissistic girls." He said back. I just stared at him.

   "Are you ready Taylor?" Ms. Morrell said, walking out of her office. I grabbed my bag and stomped towards the door.

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"You're not even French, are you?" I asked Ms. Morrell.

  "French-Canadian." She replied simply.

  "Which means you're Canadian, who speaks French. And seeing as I'm placing my mental health in your hands, how about you tell me what, as a French teacher, qualifies you to be a guidance counselor." I said, smiling at her.

  "I have a masters in behavioral psychology and have done over 300 hours of field work." She said.

  "Je vais bien." I said, which in English means I'm fine.

  "If you're really fine, what are you doing here?" Ms. Morrell asked me.

  "I'm pacing my parents so they don't take away my car." I told her.

  "Have you talked to your friends about what happened to you?" She asked me.

  "Yeah, they're great, totally supportive." I told her

  "Do you trust them?" She asked again. God I really wanna get out of here.

  "Yeah, of course." I told her.

  "Good, but I'd still be cautious." She said, looking down at her papers.

"Why? Because sometimes people closest to you can be holding you back the most?" I asked her.

  "Indeed. Did you read that somewhere?" She asked me.

  "I don't know. Maybe I heard it." I said. I honestly don't remember ever hearing those words but whatever.

  "Well sounds like whoever said it left an impression."

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If I had a semi-normal life I would be sitting next to Allison and Lydia while watching the lacrosse team and talking about boys. But, since I was attacked on the lacrosse field, ran around the woods naked for 2 days with my sister, and everyone thinks Lydia and I are insane, I am sitting in my car balling my eyes out. I just don't understand what's happening anymore. Just two weeks ago everyone was following Lydia and I around like lost puppies, now everyone just stares at us and whispers.

  "Hey Taylor, what's wrong?" I heard someone say as they walked closer to my car. I really didn't want to talk to anyone so I rolled my window up. "Taylor, come on." Stiles said as he knocked on my window.

  "Just go away!" I told him, wiping my face with a tissue.

  "What's wrong?" He asked again.

  "Look I don't need anyone seeing me cry!" I exclaimed, wishing he would just walk away.

  "Come on, Taylor. Look, you shouldn't care if people see you cry. Especially you." He told me.

  "Why?" I asked, finally looking up at him.

  "Because I think you look really beautiful when you cry." He said as I sighed and rolled my window down. "Okay now what's wrong?" Stiles asked again.

  "You're gonna think I'm crazy." I told him.

  "Taylor, if you trust me on anything, you can trust me on this. There is nothing that you can say to me that will make you sound crazy. Literally nothing." He said as we heard screams from the lacrosse field "Can you just give me five minutes?" He asked. Is he insane? "I know, I'm sorry. Just stay here, continue crying," what the hell is wrong with him "or not crying, if you want. Whatever works for you. But just stay here and I'll be right back, okay? And then we can talk. About anything, yeah?" He asked.

  "Go." I said simply.

  "Okay just five minutes." He said and then he ran back into the school.

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I waited in my car for Stiles to return, but he never did. I waited for an hour until I saw Lydia walking towards the car. I had stopped crying about 10 minutes after Stiles left and now I'm just mad.

  "Hey, what's wrong?" Lydia asked as she got into the car.

  "I'm sick of people asking me what's wrong." I said sharply as I turned on the car and drove us home.

Thanks for reading another chapter! Let me know what you think in the comments! I'm gonna be posting another chapter soon!
-Hannah<3