Suicide thoughts (sterek)

Chapter 5

Stiles awoke to movement under his head. He tilted his head back to look at the source and saw Derek tapping away at phone. Stiles' brow creased as he didn't Know Derek had anyone to text and Derek, sensing his awakening put his phone down looking extremely guilty.

" what have you done? " stiles asked cautiously.

" nothing" Dereks jaw clenched.

Stiles narrowed his eyes at him but ignored it, he wasn't in the mood to mess around but as he stood to go to the bathroom and brush his teeth his stomach pulled and all of the cuts from last night opened in a painful way.

He let out a whimper and dropped to the floor, wrapping his arms around his stomach in agony. Derek was instantly there, picking him up and whispering sweet nothings into his ear. He sat down with stiles on his lap and just held him close as stiles whimpers died down and stiles just curled up into Derek- too fucking tired and in pain to care about what was happening on that phone.

" thankyou Der" stiles muttered into his neck.

" but you don't need to be here, you have more important things to do"

" no, no I don't stiles because you are the most important thing to me" Derek whispered into his hairline then placed a delicate kiss on his forehead.

Stiles sighed, too tired to fight back as Derek picked him up and walked towards the stairs, this seemed to have started becoming a common occurrence and stiles didn't mind at all. Derek could carry him around every day and stiles would be fine with that.

He was having trouble breathing as the gashes marking his body bled grotesquely making his head spin.

All of a sudden, the pain that was filling his entire body began seeping away into nothing and he felt at peace.

He looked at the arms holding him to see black veins travelling up under Derek Henley and stiles sagged. He didn't have the effort in him to tell him to stop.

Derek walked down the stairs again and and placed him on the sofa gently. He then walked to the kitchen and minutes later came back with a glass of water and cereal, again.

Derek handed over the cereal and put the water on the coffee table then sat down next to stiles. Stiles had noticed that he had started to put on weight, only a little, but he was becoming fatter by the day and he didn't need food to make him uglier than he already was.

Stiles stared at the Cereal as if it had personally offended him and Derek noticed of course.

" stiles please just eat the cereal" Derek begged and stiles shook his head.

" please, don't make me threaten you again " and stiles shook his head again, not tearing his eyes from the offending cereal.

" fine then" and Derek pulled out his phone, stiles swallowed hard then looked to Dereks phone only to see his dads phone number and Dereks finger hovering over the call button.

" you wouldn't dare" stiles whispered.

" really" the Derek moved to press call but stiles shouted to stop him.

" don't don't call him I'll eat it"

" that's what I thought" Derek whispered with a sly smile and stiles wanted to cry because it seemed Derek was getting joy out of his pain and that fucking hurt him. He dropped his eyes down to the thread of the sofa and started picking at it with his free hand.

Derek could smell the hurt coming off stiles and turned to him. Putting his fingers under his chin and tilting up his face so he could see his eyes.