innocent::stiles stilinski

1.5::You didn't say she didn't

"Sometimes you win, sometimes you lose, sometimes it rains"

I can't recall a time without my twin.

A day when she and I were apart.

Sure, their were countless, irritating disagreements, that occurred over, boys, fashion, friends, and phones.

But, their has never been a moment were I didn't love her with all my heart.

We might be different, personality and looks, but I had never felt more connected to her.

Through my sisters pain.

I gripped the hospital chair with all my strength, splinters wedged themselves in my palms, burrying them in my flesh, a searing white-hot pain, blinding me.

My eyes were squinted, knuckles white, knees buckled.

Trying to do anything and everything to shut out the pain.

"Sweetie...."

Then it disappeared.

Fluttering my eyes open, I was met with sheriff Stilinski.

I bit my lip, whilst tears streamed down my face.

I already knew my eyes were bloodshot, clawbeds bloody, hair a birds nest, and a soiled, ripped dress.

He noted my distress, and I felt his warmth engulf me in embrace.

Wrapping my arms around his neck, sobbing into his shoulders.

The injury of Lydia, slowly making me fade into a scarred, broken shell of a girl.

"S-she, I-i s-should've s-saved her....."

He pulled back, sweeping a tear away from my sunken eyes.

I've been here for minutes, hours, days.

Lydia had still lay there, her shallow breaths, and strong scent of blood haunting me.

She was moving, but those moments had scarred me.

The sheriff left, as did the others, except for mum.

She was my rock, my anchor during these torturous hours, the only one feeling my pain.

Stiles came in again.

Snoring happily and contently, murmuring my name.

Right now, out of boredom, I had made my way towards the slumbering boy.

"Hey sleeping beauty" I whispered, he had a colored balloon saying.

Get well soon.

"Just like that"

"No you first"

"Me first?"

A hormonal creepy guy smile etched onto his face.

"Haha, Gwyn you're dirty"

I couldn't help it.

The building was filled with my laughter.

Stiles jumped, landing on the cold floor.

"G-Gwyn? I was having the best dream..."

A goofy smile washed over his face.

"Yeah, great description by the way, 'Stiles you're dirty'"

He gasped, a crimson blush arose in his cheeks.

"Uh, erm...We were in the mud!"

He stuttered, quickly pulling himself up and ridding his flannel of imaginary dust.