I'm Sorry (Hiatus)

Chapter 2: Naked bodies and Bullets

I woke up to the sound of my alarm clock telling me it's time to start another shitty day. I get off my bed and go over to get my clothes for the day, glancing at my razors and wanting to just stay at home and cut, drink and get high. But if I did my father would lash out on me so it looks like I'm just going to have to pop two of each of my pills and deal with shit yet again. I get dressed, fix my hair so it doesn't look like an animal died on my head, grab my backpack and, walk out of the house to my jeep to go to school.

I arrive at the school, barely making it on time, and rush to my locker to get first period stuff. I make my way to class and sit down in my seat right as the bell rings. I'm in chemistry with the whole pack sitting around me as Mr. Harris starts talking about something that I was unable to listen into for two reasons. I am a little bit high and, his lecture is incredibly boring. I zoned out the entire class and when the bell rings it scared me half to death. I got up from my chair and the pack crowded around me.

"Stiles? What's wrong you seem more out of it than usual." Scott asks as the pack follows me to my locker.

"I took two of each of my pills so I'm a little bit high." I answer causing Scott to give a disappointed sigh and nod slightly as he walks away gesturing the pack to follow and leave me alone.

I got my books and headed to class. The next few classes were boring and unimportant and the pack didn't say another word to me. I was on my way to economics when Scott walked up to me and just stayed by me until we got to class.

Coach was surprisingly quiet for the first few minutes of class as he read something in the newspaper. He folded the paper, got up, turned to the chalkboard, and started writing something on it. Once he was done writing he turned around and moved out of the way so we could read the board.

I have a sore throat today so just open your books and read pages 184-236 and there will be no homework.

I did as the board said, well, I tried to at least to but I was still a bit hazy. I got to the middle of the last page by the time the bell rang but it was time for lunch anyway so I just kept reading while I walked to my locker. I finished the page, got my books for the last classes, and headed to my jeep now fully in focus.

Once in my car I rolled up my sleeves and looked at the cuts that Derek had healed the day before. I can't stop looking at them, how they look like one of a recovering cutter and not of a recent cutter. How Derek had held onto me like if he didn't hold as tight as he could I would slip away. How desperate Derek seemed to keep me alive.

My thoughts are interrupted by Scott knocking at my window, accompanied by the rest of the pack. I unlocked the door and Issac, Erica, and Boyd get in the back as Scott gets in the passenger seat. Lydia and Allison walk over to my window and I roll it down so they can be included.

"Stiles, we need to do something about your, uh, situation." Scott says seriously and the pack nods in agreement.

"What exactly do you think you are gonna do?" I say doubting that they can do anything to improve my situation.

"Well, we were going to just have you stay with Derek until you are eighteen so you don't have to deal with your dad anymore. If that's okay with you." Scott say and the pack leans in in anticipation.

"I can't. Do you realize how mad that would make my dad? And it's not like we won't suspect I'm staying with one of you. It'll never work." I say for I have already had this conversation with myself.