Suicide thoughts (sterek)

Chapter 1

Stiles walked from beneath the bleachers. Yesterday he overheard the pack talking about how Derek was back, how he had returned alone but stiles didn't care, as he said it was probably his mind tricking him but even if it wasn't, derek didn't care about him so what did it matter. He kept telling himself this yet he couldn't get it out of his mind.

He had two more lessons before it was the end of school as lunch had just finished but stiles didn't care so he went to his jeep and took off home, not wanting to spend another two hours in hell.

Stiles arrived home and unlocked his front door. He felt numb so he decided to just go to bed, completely forgetting about eating anything as normal so he stripped his clothes and jumped into bed.

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Meanwhile, Derek was standing on the outskirts of the school, waiting for the final bell so he could go and talk to the pack. He had been gone for months and needed to know what had happened in his time away. He also wanted to see them because he had missed them, a lot because they were his only family but he would never say that to any of them.

After what felt like hours, but was only 30 minutes, the final bell rung and students ran out of the door trying to get as far away as possible. The pack all walked out the door together, their heads instantly snapping towards the sky, smelling dereks scent for the first time in months. They all walked over to the tree line as Derek walked out towards them.

" yo Derek, long time no see" Scott said in what he probably thought was a cool voice. Derek instantly noticed the missing person of the group and looked around for him but to no avail as he was left looking over an empty car park.

" where's stiles" Derek asked in a monotone structure.

" oh, well we haven't really seen much of him in the last few months" scotts cool voice instantly turned smaller.

" where is he?" Derek asked more demanding this time.

" we don't know, probably at home or something but why do you care anyway" Malia answered this time and derek growled at her then took off back into the woods. He knew something was going on because they were meant to be stiles' friends and Derek knows for a fact that stiles thought as Scott as a brother and would never just leave him all of a sudden.

After running for a while derek ended up at stiles' house, he hadn't meant to come here but he knew something was up so he decided to check on the final pack member that he hadn't seen in so long. He scaled the side of the building then jumped up to stiles' window. Lucky for him it was unlocked but the curtains were drawn so he slowly pulled the window up and jumped through, peeling back the curtain in the process.

What Derek saw made him sick to his stomach and derek had seen a hell of a lot of shit that hadn't made him feel like this.

Stiles was sprawled out over his bed, tears staining his cheeks and cuddling his pillow. He was just wearing his boxer-briefs and Derek could see how skinny he was, not the lean muscle that he was when Derek left, he was just skin and bone. Derek could see his ribs and his hip bone so prominently that he looked like a skeleton.

Stiles moved so that his arms weren't under his pillow any more, they rested on his waist and derek could see his forearms, his nasty scars that would be there for the rest of his life. Derek just stared, trying to come up with a reasonable explanation but all he could come up with is the pack. A bottle caught the corner his eye and he turned towards stiles' desk and walked towards it. There were two prescriptions bottles, one for his A.D.H.D and one anti-depressants. Dereks brow creased as he put them back down on the table and walked over to the bed, sitting on the side so he was facing stiles. He raked his eyes over stiles from head to toe and his eyes caught sight of more scars lining his calfs. Derek was going to kill Scott.