Sarcastic Stilinski

"I'm Not Ready to Die Not Yet"

Written by musiclife14

*4 Days Earlier*

The locker room was empty. Stiles was sitting on the bench with his head in his hands.

"What if I have it. Mom, I'm not ready to die. Not yet." He said. He looked up at the ceiling. Tears well up in his eyes. "I'm just not ready.."

He let his head fall back into his hands. Tears dripped into the floor. The room was dark. He heard the door open.

"Stiles? Man, you in here?" Scott came around the corner. "Hey. There you are. I've been looking everywhere for you."

Stiles didn't move. "Why?"

"Everyone's been asking where you were. I didn't know you were gone. Why are you in here?" Scott sounded concerned.

Stiles stood up and looked up at Scott. His eyes were puffy and red. His hair a mess. Tears stained his cheeks. He looked as if he hadn't slept in days.

"Woah. You okay, man?" Scott said.

"Yeah. I'm fine. Just having a hard day. T-thats all." He said. He sat back down again. He held back his sobs.

"Stiles..." Scott said. "You aren't fine. Whats wrong?"

"I think I have it.." Stiles said.

"Have what?"

"Frontotemporal dementia." Stiles's voice cracked. "It's what my mom had."

"Stiles.." Scott said.

"Scott I need it." Stiles said.

"Need what?"

"The bite." Stiles said sternly.