Stiles Stilinski Imagines

Blame

  These last couple of months have been rough. My best friend, who was like my sister, was killed because of the supernatural. Ever since then, I vowed to never get involved with the supernatural again because I hate seeing the people I love get hurt, or worse, die.

   Stiles keeps blaming himself because of Void and I always have to promise that it wasn't him who killed Allison or even Aiden. It may have looked like him, but it wasn't him.

   Because I've stepped away from anything having to do with the supernatural, I've stepped away from the pack. I can't see them without feeling extremely guilty about not wanting to help. Which leads to everyone still trying to talk to me.

  School also recently just started again so...great.

  I step through the familiar doors of my beloved high school. I take a deep breath and make my way towards my locker.    

  Before I can even get to it, I'm being pulled into a classroom. I look and realize it was Scott who did so. Stiles, Scott, and Lydia stand in front of me. Feeling a pang in my chest, I look down at my shoes.

  "Why aren't you talking to us, y/n? You've haven't said a word to any of us all summer." Lydia asks. I stay silent and begin tugging at my sleeves. "What's going on with you? You're usually stronger than this."

  "I've lost too many people I love." I finally snap and look at the three. "My sister. My best friend. Allison." I scoff. "Even Aiden. Four people I cared about all died because of the freaking supernatural. And I'm done. I don't want to be involved with any of it. Even you guys. I'm sorry. I really am, but I can't do this anymore." As I turn towards the door, Scott speaks.

  "You're not the only one who lost Allison, y/n."

  I sigh and leave the classroom.

•••

  I open my bedroom door and immediately face plant onto my bed.

  Day One of Hell: check.

  I then hear a knock.

  "What?" I say,  my voice muffled and sounding harsh. Today was not my day. First days are rough.

  "It's me." A familiar voice says. "Stiles."

  I sit up and look at him. "We've been best friends for years. I know what your voice sounds like." I softly laugh and he smiles. "What are you doing here?"

  He comes over and sits besides me and sighs. "I know you said you don't want to talk to us, even me. But, that doesn't mean I won't stop trying to talk to you." I look down at my fidgeting fingers to try and hide my slight smile. "I miss you, y/n. I miss not seeing you every day with a bright smile that can literally light up the whole town (what's up T-Swift reference). I miss not hearing your voice. And whenever I think about you not wanting to talk to us, I blame myself."

  My head quickly shoots up. "Stiles. What Void did, was not your fault. Everyone knows that. I know that. I'm not blaming you." I sigh and look back down. "I'm blaming myself."

  "What? Why?" Stiles quickly asks and I can feel his stare burning into my cranium.

  "Because I could've taken the sword. I saw it coming. I should've pushed her away but it was too late." I feel a tear escape my eye and I quickly wipe it away.

  "Hey." Stiles takes my hand and I look up at him. "No one in the human race, except maybe Barry Allen-" I slightly laugh. "-could have stopped the sword. Don't blame yourself. Blame void." He sighs and lets go of my hand. "I should probably get going. I told Malia I'd help her study."

  "Oh yeah." I feel an ounce of jealousy but quickly push it away. "Go ahead. Duty calls."

  "Yeah. Bye y/n." He says.

   "Goodbye Stiles. Have fun!" I shoot him a wink and he gives me a small glare. I just laugh. When he leaves, I sigh loudly and fall onto my back on the bed.