Ever since Stiles had found the sleeping pills and blades hidden in the bathroom, he thought about them all day. That was all that was on his mind. He pushed it to the back of his mind, and tried his hardest to forget what he was thinking.
Except, one night, it all got too much for him.
He was kept awake that certain night by those voices in his head. Telling him to do it. Stiles checked the time, it was 2:17AM. Every night 2 nurses would be on the night shift. They walked around the halls to check on the patients. At this time, Stiles calculated that Nurse Amanda would be in the left wing, at block 2 & Nurse Breanna would be in the right wing at block 5. It took the nurses 30 minutes to an hour to go through each block, checking on everything. Since he was in the 6th block of the left wing, which was hidden at the very back of the hallway, it would take Amanda at least 2 and a half hours to get to his block and another 20 minutes to get to his room. So if he was going to do anything, now was the time.
Stiles kicked the blankets off him and walked into the bathroom. He stopped at the bathroom doorway thinking, Am I really gonna do this?. That little voice inside his head replied, You have to. You parents, friends, even Derek, don't care about you. They don't want a deadbeat like you around would they?, Stiles agreed with that. He knew that voice was right. When in reality, his parents, friends and Derek loved and cared for him a lot. More than he'll ever know. They just weren't aloud to visit Stiles during his 'treatment' as the staff called it. Stiles was never told that. He was left to think that the people he loved just abandoned him.
He found the loose tile and carefully slipped it out, which revealed the pills and blades. He picked up the small bottle of pills, and read the 'dangerous section'. "If more than 2 are consumed at one time, contact American Association of Poisons Control Centre, 1-800-222-1222." Excellent, whispered the voice in his head. He was beginning to get scared of it. It had a mission to complete. It was making him do something he didn't want to do.
Stiles opened the pills, poured some into his hand and swallowed them. He turned around to plug the bath, then switched the cold tap on. He watched the milky white water fill up. He couldn't be bothered questioning why the water was white and not clear. Once it was full, he switched the tap off. He hopped into the ice cold water. He shivered when it touched his bare legs. He was only wearing a white tank top, and white shorts. He reached for the razors, he cut multiple times on his pale wrists, over his older scars. Crimson red blood dripped off his hands onto the floor beside the bath, a red pool quickly forming. He watched each drop make the pool bigger and bigger. He was beginning to become very tired. His eyes felt like lead, it was very hard to keep his eyes open now.
He slowly slipped under the water. He began to become light-headed, he didn't know if that was a effect of the overdose of pills he just downed or the ice cold water cooling his core temperature. He slowly slipped his head underneath the milky water. His arms now felt like lead, as much as his mind was telling him to get up, his arms wouldn't move, as if they were glued there. As he was being drawn into the darkness he finally felt calm. He felt at peace. He slowly slipped into a peaceful darkness.
Stiles sat upright, hot tears streaming down his cheeks. He wanted to scream but his mouth remained closed. Muffled whimpers slipped past his lips anyway. He just sat there in shock wondering what just happened.
"It was just a dream Stiles." A groggy Derek mumbled across the moonlit white room.
Stiles glanced over to see Derek sitting cross-legged in the corner of the white-tiled room with his eyes closed, and brows knitted together.
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Fanfiction*trigger warning* this story has cutting & suicide references, if that triggers you, please don't read! Stiles becomes depressed after the events with the Nogitsune & Allison dying. Scott, Lydia & Derek try to help him, but how do they help someone...