Stiles POV.
I'm pretty sure I slept the best last night than I ever did. No nightmares no worrying that my dad would come in and beat me in the middle of the night. I was in a safe house. With safe people. And for that night I was also a safe person. It felt nice.
I woke up at 5 and just laid in the bed and smiled. Thought about happy things. I haven't done that in awhile. Thought about Lydia and me and my mom and my friends. While I was thinking Lydia sat straight up and let out a scream. Scared me half to death! I fell off the bed and then scarmbled to get back up.
"Lydia! Lydia wake up! Lydia it's okay!" I said while shaking her. She stopped screaming and looked straight at me. "Skylur escaped." she barely whispered.
"What. Wait how do you know?" I asked confused and slightly scared.
"Because Stiles! Someone is dead! And only one person can do that. I have a feeling she is out! I just know it!" She said breathing really hard.
"Okay. Sorry I believe you." I said smiling slightly. "But who's dead." I whispered. "I really don't know Stiles." She replied.
My phones buzzed with a text.
Derek Hale.
Hey whats up? Just heard Lydia's scream whats going on?
Me.
We think that Skylur has escaped and killed someone.
Derek Hale.
What!!! I'm gonna go searching! Text me when school is over!
I sighed. Everything is a never ending scare. People are dying. And all we do is find the bodies. When what we really should be doing is saving them. Saving lives. But hey, I'm not a hero. I've noticed.
Lydia was getting ready in the bathroom. I was already ready. Sitting on the edge of the bed waiting for her and thinking. I'm example that the mind is a terrible thing. I over think things and blame myself for everything. But this time every thing is my fault. I'm the problem. I've always been the damn problem.
Maybe I should let Skylur kill me. Then everybody would be safe. Then I could be a hero for once. Lydia came out before my thoughts began to get really bad.
"You okay Stiles? she questioned sweetly. "Yeah I'm fine." I smiled. I was okay now. Now that she was here to bring me happiness.
"We should get to school now love." she giggled in a British accent. I chuckled and followed her down the stairs to her car that we finally caught.
"I wonder who died." Lydia said breaking the happiness. My face fell. Oh yeah someones dead.
Lydia looked at me and saw me get upset. "Sorry sorry." she said and started the car and drove off. We arrived at school like normal. Everything seemed normal. But no someone was gone. Someone was dead. I hate that word. Dead. It means there not coming back. Ever. Until you go see them. But then your not coming back. Nobody wins.
I guess Allison wasn't here because Scott came running up to me acting like we didn't talk in 2 weeks. "Hey buddy!." he said smacking my back playfully. I winced. "Hey." I said in monotone.
"Whats wrong bud? Everything okay?" he questioned.
"Oh yeah I'm fine. Yeah, aside from the not sleeping, jumpiness, the constant overwhelming crushing fear that something terrible is about to happen. Oh and my best friend leaves me for is dumb girlfriend." I growled and stomped off. Not in the mood for this. I heard the clip clap of Lydia's heels.
"Stiles! she called out. I stopped and waited for her to join me. "Hey are you okay?" she questioned rubbing my arm trying to comfort me. "Did you not just hear what I said!" I snapped. "I'm not okay Lydia. I'm. Not. Okay! Did I stutter? No!" I couldn't control myself. I was on a rage. Lydia let go of my arm and stepped back.
I've never snapped at Lydia. She's the only one who I never snap at. She the one who keeps me happy. Tears filled her green eyes. "So I don't make you happy?" she said sadly and ran off.
"Fuck!" I said and mentally punched my self in the face. "Lydia wait!" I called out to her. She turned around looked at me then wiped away a tear the continued you walk off. I am such a horrible person. I walked back home with a blank stare and bad thoughts in my head. Dad was at work so I was home alone. With my terrible mind. Everything that is happening is to much for me.
I took the secret box on my shelf and looked thought it. Picked out a razor. Delighted with my choice and rolled up my sleeve. I set the razor on my skin and tried to find the courage to press down, but to also find the courage to stop. My mind was racing with thoughts on weather to press down or to put it all away for another time.
Tears streamed down my face. "I deserve this." I whispered. "I'm the problem. Dad doesn't even love me. Nobody does anymore." As I was about to press down my door bursted up which scared me and made me press the razor deep into my wrist.
"Stiles NO!" Derek called. Everything was in slow motion. I felt that old feeling of blood rushing out of me. I fell to the ground with a thud! "Stiles what were you thinking!" Derek yelled at me with a sob. I was to lost in wonderland to care. I missed this feeling. The feeling of not feeling pain anymore. Not thinking about all the bad things. Not about my dad beating me. Or the people who have died that I've failed to save.
I wonder if I have to get stitches again. I hope not. I'm running out of lies. I was snapped back into reality when I felt lips press into mine. My eyes opened wide with fear. Noticing it was Derek I wanted to stop, but yet it felt so right. I closed my eyes and maybe I kissed him back.
After it was over it was kinda awkward. "What was that for?" I raised an eyebrow. "Well um you weren't speaking so I um kissed you." Derek said shyly. Before I could say anything I became light headed again. I looked to my wrist to see the razor still in my wrist deep and blood flowing out rabidly. Derek eyes widened with fear.
He scooped me up bridal style and carried me. "I'm taking you to the hospital!" he grunted while putting me in the car. I just nodded and let it happen. " I knew you self-harmed Stiles. I could tell. Just how you covered yourself and how you looked around I just knew." she said gripping the wheel till his knuckles turned white. I just nodded and listened. "Your so much better than that!" he said "What even makes you cut?" he questioned.
I'm gonna say it. "My dad abuses me." I said softly. Derek stiffened. "What?" he growled. Eyes turning red. "Yeah." I said softly.
"WHY DO YOU STAY AT THAT HOUSE THEN!!?" he yelled filled with rage. I just looked out the window. "That's were all your bruises come from." he whispered. "From him."
I looked over at him. He was lost in thought.
We arrived at the hospital and got treated with my wound and got it all stitched up. The nurse smiled sweetly understanding slightly. Patted my back then gave me a hug. My eyes filled with happy tears. People do care.
While we were leaving I got a text from Isaac.
Issac.
I found the body. It's Jackson.
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Cliff hangerrrrr (; I hope you guys didn't get to sad in this chapter. I teared up alittle lol. I'm a big baby haha. Well I'm trying to update alot but I have school and such. Please PLEASSSSEE Comment and vote it makes me so happy(: Happy as Stiles with Derek(: #STEREK thanks guys xoxo <3
