Lost --(Discontinued)--

Shot

Stiles stood in front of the front door inside of his house, staring at it.

Should I just skip school? I don't want anyone talking to me. I don't need this...

He pondered it for a moment. Suddenly, his mind thought of something extreme. No, never. I'm not going that far.

Stiles turned around and moved upstairs to his dad's bedroom. No, I don't want to. It's too much.

There was a voice in his head, urging him to take it; go on. It'll help you.
Will it?

He entered his father's room. Stiles opened one of the drawers beside the bed. At the very back, concealed by multiple things, was a gun.

I don't want to hurt them.
But you do!
No, I don't.
Trust me. You'll need this.

He finally took it and ran out of the room. He sprinted downstairs and out the door. He climbed into his jeep and set his backpack onto the passenger seat, stuffing the gun into the glove compartment. I'm not gonna look weak.

The drive to school was quiet, other than the voices in his head. They were screaming, telling him to do crazy things.

Stiles shut all of the voices and thoughts away. He drove to the school in silence and parked in the parking lot. When he stepped inside of the high school, he immediately scanned the area for anyone he knew. Scott. Lydia. Malia.

He saw no one. Walking through the halls, he felt surrounded. It was like people were watching him from all sides, making sure he wasn't getting away. Then, he saw something.

It was a man. A very suspicious looking man. And he was staring right at Stiles, like he was trying to get into his head, read his mind.

Stiles tore his eyes away and headed to his class. Thankfully without Scott.

XXX

After school, Stiles sat in his jeep, still in the parking lot, scrolling through his phone. Everyone left to go home; there was no one there.

Then, Stiles noticed something moving in the corner of his eye. He shifted his head and his eyes settled on the last thing he wanted to see. The pack. All of it.

He glanced at the glove compartment where the gun was. Now...?

Stiles quickly took it out and stuff it into his back pocket. He got out of the car and faced the pack.

"What?" He spat.

"Stiles, don't be like this," Derek said.

He scoffed. "Like this? You cannot blame me for this. You're the one who's been having secret meetings without me!"

"Look, whatever you heard, it's not all true. We weren't right. You're so helpful! You always come up with great ideas and plans that save all of us! You're important!" Lydia said in a reassuring voice.

"Stiles," Scott said calmly. Stiles turned to his best friend. "I'm sorry."

"I don't care. I don't care about any of it! I'm done with all of it." Stiles reached behind his back and curled his fingers around the gun. He pulled it out and pointed it at one of them.
Without hesitating, Stiles pulled the trigger.