Mercy - Derek Hale - Temporarily Discontinued

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The Woods

Take my tortured heart by the hand and write me off.

Ridley's Pov-

It was night time. The sun had just set and the sky looked of a dark purple color. My dad had just left for work, doing his normal police duties and Stiles was in his room, probably combing his one chest hair.  Or planning to do the one thing he does best - wreak havoc on the innocent civilians of Beacon Hills.

I put on a white tank top and some shorts and looked in the mirror. My long blonde hair lay naturally wavy over my shoulders. My face, make-up-less. It was time for bed. At least that's what I thought.

Taking a step into my bedroom which, at the time, was a hideous gray. I loved it then, I can't say the same for now. Anyways, my brother bursts into the room, taking a gasp of the air he had lost on the walk across the hall from his room to mine.

After grasping the oxygen he needed, he grinned, "Dad found a body in the woods."

I roll my eyes and place my phone on the pale yellow comforter on my bed, "Congrats."

Sarcasm was a major part of my life then. And, I would say the same for now, but I don't technically have a life anymore. Haven't had one since the accident. 

"Let's go check it out!" He urged.

Ah, Stiles. My crazy twin brother Stiles. You see, even if I was about to go to bed, we are very much alike, so I couldn't pass on this opportunity. Even if the opportunity meant I would see the rema

I thought for a moment, "Is Scott coming with?"

Scott was my brother's best friend and he was best guy friend. He's a bit shy, but a lot of fun, if you get to know him. I remember a time in 3rd grade when Scott had to do a presentation about ants. He got in front of the class, shaking because he was so nervous. Me, being so optimistic, threw my crayon at him and it hit him right in the middle of his head. The teacher was so busy sending me to time-out that she forgot all about Scott's presentation. He thanked me a million times afterwards.

"Yeah! We'll pick him up on the way," he replied.

I sigh, "Fine. Just give me a minute to change."

He pumped a fist in the air and skipped out of my room.

I snickered and shook my head.

I turned to change into black skinny jeans and throw on my favorite hooded red jacket. 

I put on a little foundation and head out of my bedroom door. I picked up my black converse at the bottom of the stairs and threw them on.

One would ask, "Why wear makeup to find a dead body??" And to answer, I would reply with, "Why not?"

I not only used the foundation to fix my slight self esteem issue, but I also used it to slightly cover up the few blemishes that came with puberty. Besides, Lydia would've killed me. She considers every moment a moment to look beautiful. Despite her attitude, she's sweet. Sometimes.

"Ok. I'm ready," I mutter to an excited Stiles waiting at the front door.

"Yes! Lets go!"

We walked outside and got in his jeep. His lovable jeep. His blue, old, jeep that he never wants to get rid of, even though it has several problems. He's had it for years and it breaks down all the time, but he loves it.