Steter One-Shots

Not Hopeless

Sorry for who ever has bad depression and is at war with your self. For your safety, you are to be warned when reading.
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Stiles p.o.v
I am this defenseless, weak, small, fragile human who can't help his friends because he's not strong enough for that. I could barely help my father after my mothers death, so I fell in deep depression. I pushed everyone I loved away.
I felt alone, and I have been in so much agony.

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Once again, my dad's taking a night shift just trying to get away from me. I'm laying in my bed crying to myself. 'I had enough of all this emotional shit' I thought as I walked into my bathroom, taking out a razor. I started to cut my wrist

First cut "Useless" I yelled as I cried out in pain.

Second cut "Defenseless"

Third cut "Weak"

Forth cut "Unloved"

I kept going in till my arm was all bloody. I manage to hide it from Scott and the pack. I hate doing this, but I felt relief, something I didn't have for years. Wiping my tears off my cheeks. My phone suddenly rang, disturbing the silence through the cold and empty house. I picked it up and Scott's contact popped up. I cleared my throat before answering the call, pushing it to my ear.

"Hey, what's up" I say trying not to get my voice to crack.

"Hey, there's a pack meeting at Derek's at 9. Ok?" Scott said through the phone.

"Okay, see you there." I replied

"Yeah" Scott said before hanging up

I looked at the clock and it read 8:51.
"Dammit, I don't have time to get the smell off." I said to myself
I quickly ran my arm under the faucet letting the water clean my wounds. Hissing as the water found them, pain shotting up my arm. Getting the first-aid-kit, I cleaned my cuts and wrapped them. I flew on a pair of pants, a flannel and slipped into my converse. Got my laptop and ran down the stairs, and out the door locking it behind me.
Hopped into my Jeep and backed out of my driveway getting on the road, stepping on the gas.

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I finally got to Derek's loft. Getting out my Jeep, with my competer strapped around my shoulder. I looked down at my watch while shutting the car door. Two minutes till 9.

I started to climb the stairs trying to calm myself before the werewolves could sense that something is up. Once I got to the top, I push the heavy metal door open. Stepping in and shutting it behind me, I looked around. Peter was walking down the spiral staircase sitting at the last step. I walked to the pack that were surrounding a desk with a map laying on top of it.

"So, we're going to.." Scott started, but Derek cut him off.

"Wait, do you smell that?" Derek asked while smelling the air, the pack doing the same. Except Lydia and Allison, who looked at them with confusion. They all turned toward me with Peter getting up to join them. I slowly back away.

"Stiles, why do you smell of blood?" Peter said tilting his head a bit.

I was overcomed by fear that they found out. 'There's only two options, tell them the truth or run' I quickly decided to run. Spinning around I ran pushing the door open. Leaping down the stairs, jumping in my Jeep. Roaring the engine alive, stepping on the gas with tears in my eyes blurring my vision a bit.

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I jumped out and killed the engine in one swifted motion. Ran to my front door, unlocking it. Getting through the door, I ran up the stairs to my room. Shutting it behind me I slide down, putting my knees to my chest. My head rests in my hands just letting the tears fall. A minute later a cold breeze sent goosbumps down my neck, making me look up. Wipping the tears away seeing Peter in front of me and the window open.

I jumped to my feet "What are you doing here" I asked avoiding his eyes.

"You didn't answer my question" Peter stated

I was slowly moving my hand to the door knob, ready to run. Peter saw this and quickly grabbed my wrist. Which in result I hissed in pain, trying to pull away. He grabbed my hand and pulled my sleeve up. Revealing the white wrap that has a blood stain coming through. Peter loosened his grip a little, letting me pull my hand away. Peter let out a deep growl before saying "Why, Stiles?"

I look at the floor as I whisper "Because, I wanted the pain to go away." I felt a tear betray me and fall down my cheek. Peter took a step forward. Us only inches apart.
Peter lifted his hand up so lightly cupping the side of my cheek. Lifting my head up. I closed my eyes feeling too exhausted to fight. His thumb wipped the tear off my cheek still cupping it. I open my eyes, locking with his. "You know.....if I would have known sooner, I would have taken the pain away." Peter said softly. "How?" I whispered
Peter's eyes glowed his bright ocean blue looking down at my lips then back up into my eyes. Putting his claw hand on my waist lightly. He leaned in as do I, closing our eyes. Our lips touch, Peter pulled me in closer. Kissing me softly, as in doing so I felt all my pain go away.
We broke the kiss. I looked up at Peter who has black veins fading away (meaning he took the pain from him going into himself).
"Thanks" I said blushing "Anytime" Peter said while smirking. Peter said "Oh, and Stiles." I looked up at him. "Your not hopeless, you're loved.....by me" Peter said and I smiled while putting our forheads together.
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