Leverage

Break Through

I feel so worn down. I'm tired and my body is throbbing. I'm positive I even have a few broken bones, but it all feels the same so it's hard to tell which ones they are. Everything hurts. Not just me physically. My mind too. I am mentally exhausted.

It's kind of weird to feel so drained even though I haven't been doing shit. I haven't even tried breaking out lately. The last time being when Ennis came in and stopped me. That wasn't very fun and not something I want to repeat.

Still, I have been thinking way too much. About home. My dad. School. Lydia. My other friends. Scott....

Scott.

Every time I think about him now, there is a kind of...bitterness, I guess I would call it. Something in my head tells me that he is my best friend and he is going to be here any minute to save me. That he will always be there for me. Just like when we were kids.

I remember one day when I was doing my own thing in the sandbox. I always liked making different shapes and molding the sand in my hands. I loved the texture of it. I was making a type fort and it had mounds around it to protect it from the toy soldiers that were trying to get in and steal the strawberry blonde princess inside named Lydia. I used an Ariel doll to represent her.

Then, Jackson came over to me. He laughed at me for playing with dolls and he stepped on my fort. He's always been such a dick. I remember how embarrassed I was and I vowed I was never going to do something so stupid like playing in the sandbox again. I got up, about to head to the side of the school and sit there for the rest of the recess upset when Scott came up to Jackson and stuck up for me.

That's when him and I first talked to each other. He told Jackson to go pick on someone else to which Jackson just rolled his eyes and walked off. Then Scott told me that he saw my fort before it got destroyed and it looked really cool. He offered to help me rebuild it and play my game with me. We have been best friends ever since.

But something else in my head tells me that things have changed. We have grown up and aren't the same little boys that played in that sandbox together. He was bitten and was given super powers. He's faster now, stronger. People notice him and he became cool. He is a somebody.

I'm just human. Slow, weak. I don't get the girl in the end. I can't rescue her from all the bad guys trying to steal her away from her fort. She, nor anyone else, notices me. I'm not cool. I'm a nobody.

Why would Scott rescue a nobody. Someone that won't really be missed. Someone who can't contribute much to anything. Not like he can.

Maybe that's why he hasn't come yet. It's good riddance.

I shake my head, dismissing all my thoughts. That is not true. I tell myself.

Why does my mind keep veering off to thinking these things about Scott? It's crazy. He is my best friend. If he hasn't come and gotten me yet, there is a good reason behind it. There has to be.

Because if there isn't. I wouldn't know what to think anymore. It would just prove that you can never really know a person...

"Ok. Stop. Stop. Stop." I say out loud, seizing a fist full of my hair in each hand and beginning to rock myself.

I have to do something! I'm done sitting around and waiting for someone to come get me out of here. I don't need anyone to rescue me. I can do it on my own.

I stand up, which takes a lot of effort, and walk over to the door. Reaching for the handle, I hesitate to grab ahold of it, thinking about the consequences that could come.

Waving it off, I grip the handle more confidently and pull on it. I'm going to get out this time. Nothing will stop me, not even this door.

I put all my weight into it and ignore the sharp pains that shoot through my body each time. I'm going to get out this time.

Pushing and yanking with all my strength, I feel a sort of adrenaline kick in. I'm going to get out

this time.

To give myself more force behind my attacks, I start yelling out with each tug. I'm going to get out this time.

I beat and punch the door, feeling stronger than I have in a long time. I'm going to get out this time.

I grunt and groan, leaning into it, my muscles screaming in agony. I'm going to get out this time.

I'm going to get out this time. I'm chanting it to myself as my own sort of motivation. Believing the words with all of my mind that this time is really it. I'm getting out. I'm going to do it.

Tensing my whole body, I cry out louder than I have yet and heave the door causing it to finally burst open.

I fall on the floor, surprised as the door finally swings open.

I did it.

I'm out.

A/N: Next Chapter tomorrow morning! -- Also, did you guys like the flashback? I got the idea from watching an interview with Tyler Posey. He mentioned that him and Dylan had theories about how Stiles and Scott met in a sandbox. It was so funny! Anyway, I love you. Thanks for reading!