orphic [1] ⇻ stiles stilinski

xxxii. battlefield

the one where Eleanor is drowning
or
the one where Isaac needs advice

[ S2 0.7 ]

ELEANOR stood outside Ms. Morell's office, curled up on the seat beside the door as she waited patiently for her session. After Matt had passed away, the school forced session upon session on the two teenagers they thought had needed it most. Stiles and Eleanor.

The werewolf wasn't so sure about why they thought Stiles could use the therapy, but she knew for certain why they had chosen her. After the attack on the Sheriff station, and the investigation of Matt, Noah found thousands of pictures of Eleanor on his computer. Some were just of Eleanor, and some were of the both of them - ones he had edited into the pair holding hands or even kissing. Truly disturbing.

After that discovery, everyone had been treading on egg shells around her. She hated it. Of course, it was deeply disturbing and made Eleanor feel nauseous, but Matt was dead and the past was the past.

The door to the guidance counsellor's office opened, and Eleanor stood up from the uncomfortable chair she had previously been using, smiling half heartedly at Stiles as he left the room. He gave her a comforting arm rub, and a promise to talk at lunch before he was ushered to his lesson.

Ms. Morell beckoned Eleanor follow her, and shut the door behind the teenager as she took a seat in front of the desk. The room wasn't big, but merely had a desk, several filing cabinets, and a coffee machine in the corner.

"Anything on your mind, Eleanor?"

The young Hale shook her head, biting her nail nervously as she leant back in the chair she had been given. "No - not really?"

"What do you mean, 'not really'?"

Eleanor almost scoffed. "Well, uh - everything that would normally be on a teenager girl who had a stalker's mind. That's what's on mine."

"How do you feel about Matt?" Ms Morell questioned, her voice low and monotonous.

"A lot of things," Eleanor sighed, rubbing a hand over her forehead as she elaborated. "He - I don't - I didn't think he was a bad kid, I used to be his friend. Then, so much happened in the space of a couple of weeks. He drowned and died. How fucked up is that? - that for his entire life he had been scared of drowning again, and that's how he died."

"Do you hope that Matt felt some peace in his last moments?"

Eleanor shook her head and continued to bite her nail. "I can't feel sorry for him."