2016 January Collection

Request - Drabble Stiles, Scott, Isaac

"Allison died yesterday." Isaac looked at you and you swallowed.

You knew that you were supposed to be sad, that you were supposed to feel something, that you were supposed to say something. But you couldn't. You couldn't feel sad, you couldn't feel bad. You had never been able to and you probably would never be able to. "I'm sorry."

Your voice lacked emotion and you saw how Scott and Stiles frowned their eyebrows.

Although you didn't really feel emotions like they did, you had learned over time how to recognize them. "I don't mean to be rude." You shrugged your shoulders. Normal people would be nervous now, but you didn't even experience that. "I just don't really process emotions like you do, okay?" You stared at the three boys in front of you and you saw how Stiles tried to relax.

"You mean like a sociopath?" He cocked his head and you smiled, which was probably the wrong expression too.

"That's not the correct term, Stiles." You shook your head. "And for some reason doctors still hope that it passes." You knew it wouldn't. You had had it your entire life and it had only become worse.

Luckily your parents loved you, despite everything. And it would be great if you friends, or what others would call friends, wouldn't stop loving you either.

"Hey, we don't care about it, okay? You're great the way you are." Scott smiled and you nodded at him.