Open Wounds

Chapter 1

~Stiles~

Another night of nightmares and tears... I thought to myself as I painfully rolled over. Pain shot through my body as I sighed and I thought of what happened only a few days ago. 

*Flash back*

"Stiles..." I heard a familiar voice call and I slowly rolled my head to the side. 

"Mom" I smiled. "I miss you" I whispered. 

She slowly walked closer to my body as I lied on the ground holding my stomach. A pool of blood was on and round me, all of it coming out of where I had been shot. She knelt beside me and put her hand on the side of my face that wasn't bruised. 

"I know my baby, I'm sorry" She said in an almost angelic voice. "But you aren't coming with me, not today, honey"

"stiles..." A voice called.

I frowned as she stood up again. She stared down at me and I reached out to her.

"Stiles!!" The voice screamed a bit louder.

"No!" I cried, "Don't leave me like this! Not again!" 

My fingers brushed against hers as I felt a pair of hands shake me. She slowly faded away and I felt a tears fall down my face. 

"Come back..." I whispered.

"STILES!!" Scott screamed at me as he shook me violently, tears running down his face.

I suddenly felt an instant pain hit my stomach as I looked up. I smiled sadly as my eyes rolled to the back of my head. Scott was crying harder than I've ever seen.

"Derek, he's not opening his eyes!!" He cried loudly, still shaking me. "Stiles please!!" He begged, "Don't leave me!!" He paused, "I don't wanna keep watching people die..."

I opened my eyes slightly as Derek came up and sat on the other side of me. Isaac walked back and forth with his phone pressed up to his ear. All I could think was how much my dad is going to kill me if I don't die from this. And how much I'd hurt him... and Scott... hell even Isaac! If I did die.

"Stiles stay awake" Derek said quickly. "The ambulance is almost here"

I smiled sadly, "I'm sorry I ruined your plan" I whispered as one of my bloody hands reached up and touched his face. "I ruin everything don't I...?" Tears ran down my face as my voice cracked.

"Stiles I don't care" Derek whispered as he put his hand over mine, I could tell he was trying not to cry. "Just don't die..." 

"I'll try" I whispered as I closed my eyes.

"Stiles?" Scott asked quickly as my hand fell from Derek's face. "STILES?!?" He screamed as I slowly drifted to sleep.

*End of flash back*

Tears fell down my face as I remembered what happened. It had been my fault that we didn't kill the hybrid. My fault it got away. My fault, my fault, my fault. Nobody knows how much I blame myself for what happened... I blame myself for everything... If I hadn't followed them, If I hadn't got in the way, then I wouldn't have been shot, then the stupid hybrid wouldn't have gotten away. Then I wouldn't be here. I rolled my head to the side and seen my dad, asleep in a rather uncomfortable looking chair, Scott, asleep on the floor along with Isaac. Derek sat there with his head in his hands and I swear I thought I heard him crying... but Derek wouldn't cry, not for me at least.

"I'm sorry" He whispered. "It's my fault, Stiles, I'm sorry" He was trying not to cry. "I'm so stupid" He looked up and laughed sarcastically. "Why am I crying?" He whispered and sighed loudly, wiping the barely formed tears away. "This was your fault" He began to sound more angry. "God, you're so stupid! And now there's a goddamn hybrid running around Beacon Hills!! Because of you!!!" He said a bit louder, but not loud enough to wake anyone up. "You're useless Stiles..." He paused for a moment, then continued. "I wish you would've died" He said with nothing but anger in his voice.

Derek stood up quickly and then was gone. I rolled to my other side and closed my eyes. I felt a familiar sadness fill me, it was my fault... Every word he spoke was true... It was my fault... And if Derek thought that... what did everyone else think?

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