Suicide thoughts (sterek)

Chapter 2

Stiles awoke with a startling scream, panting and shaking. He was instantly engulfed in warm, safe arms, rocking him back and forth as the tears streamed down his face. He was in too much of a state to be aware of what was happening as he replayed the lucid nightmare over and over in his head.

In his dream he had thought he was in full control, lucid dreaming as he sometimes did but as the dream went on he lost control of everything. All he could see was himself covered in blood, a wicked grin plastered to his face and a crimson coloured knife in his grasp as Derek was choking on his own blood on the floor, his lungs slowly filling and drowning him in his own body fluid as stiles just watched,passing the knife from hand to hand, enjoying the look of pure terror and agony on dereks face.

Stiles was slowly brung out of the memory by a hand brushing over his face, gently sweeping away the tears that were now dripping off his chin from the amount of tears he had cried. He leaned into the touch, savouring it as it was not something he regularly got to enjoy. His eyes shut and his head dropped as he tried to stop crying, forcing his eyelids to screw shut to rid the tears.

He sat like that for a short while, trying to escape from the terror that his nightmare had brought him as the hand carried on stroking his cheek, even after the tears had stopped.

Stiles slowly opened his eyes, taking a second for his sight to focus and when they did he was met with ocean green. A bright green that he felt he could get lost in for hours, just staring at the beautiful colour.

He was again brought out of the moment by a voice. A smooth deep voice that sent shivers down his spine with the sheer authority it held.

" stiles calm down, just breathe" Derek said slowly, raking his hand through the hair on the back of stiles' neck.

Stiles can to his senses, realising he was almost straddling dereks thighs and he also realised he was on his bed and still in the clothes from when he fell asleep on Derek. He tried to subtly cross his arms to hide the scars from Derek, begging that he hadn't noticed them but as he did Derek grabbed his arm forcefully which made him hiss in pain and keel over closer to dereks body. He knew what he was in for and to be honest he was scared, very scared and he knew Derek could sense it and eased up on his grip then finally let go.

As soon as he was free of dereks powerful grip he recoiled away from Derek, backing as far away from him as he could until his back was pressed against the headboard of his bed.

Derek reached forward slowly, proving he wasn't trying to hurt stiles, it was a bit like showing a wild animal you just wanted to help it.  Stiles sat still as Derek moved forward until they were sat almost in the same position as they were previously and stiles was tense, muscles locked up, ready for an immediate sprint towards the door if needed.

Derek sighed heavily, sounding almost disappointed and stiles didn't like it, it hurt him more than he expected it to.

Stiles reached over dereks body, feeling incredibly self conscious as he grabbed his phone of the bed side table. He looked at the time and saw it was 6:28 am on Saturday morning and his mind instantly wondered to Derek and what he was doing here at 6 in the morning.

He slowly turned to Derek and stared at him.

" what are you doing here at 6 in the morning" he asked genuinely curious.

" I stayed last night after I put you to bed when you fell asleep, I stayed on the couch" Derek explained and stiles suddenly felt overwhelmed by this, by Derek.