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𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐎𝐒𝐌
𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘱𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘧𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘵𝘦𝘦𝘯: 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘳𝘰𝘯𝘨 𝘸𝘢𝘺
𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘬 ( 𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘭𝘦𝘴 𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘴𝘬𝘪 𝘹 𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘬 𝘩𝘢𝘭𝘦 )
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𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐬
I STARE DOWN AT my hands and try to imagine the blood on them.
Allison's blood.
Aiden's blood.
Scott's blood.
Even Derek's blood.
The pain in Scott's eyes as Allison fell made me feel even guiltier, and Lydia's body pressed against mine as Aiden was dying right in front of us did not help. The hurt and pain I caused them all while the Nogitsune was in control is still haunting me, and I can't shake it.
The thread snaps.
I find the board that pops out of my headboard and place it on my bed. The small compartment contains several boxes of Band-Aids, a needle, and surgical thread, and exactly what I was looking for. A handful of the silver instruments seem to stare at me, begging to be used after so long, and I give into them. I pick up one of them and turn it in the light, its razor sharp edges glinting.
My arm looks so bare and open, wanting it so badly that I give in. The sharp sting at first makes me wince, but the feeling of release over ran it. Everything goes hazy after that, my hand moving of it's own accord and slicing the skin of my inner arm open, blood trickling steadily from the slices and dropping onto the floor. I get so lost in the haze that I don't hear my father open the door.
"Stiles?" my father calls. "Are you okay?"
I jump, wincing as the slices open more. "Yeah, I just-"
"I can see the blood, son. I thought this was over."
"It was. The Nogitsune brought it back."
"I understand. Just, keep them clean and covered okay? Also, try get rid of the smell. You know how Scott will react, but not Derek, and he's the one you need to worry about."
