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WARNING;:TALK ABOUT ANXIETY AND SUICIDE. Stiles POV Y/N had woken up with a huge headache, but my dads amazing hangover cure had totally saved her. She wore fishnet tights, black jeans and a cropped dark green shirt.
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She had her black hair tied in a tight pony tail, with tufts hanging down. She wore wide black eyeshadow and large eyeliner with a deep red lipstick. She wore black boots, with a Chucky heal and laces that were tied into a neat bow. She had on a choker and a long bronze pendant with her many ear piercings. And she carried a black backpack. "Hey there goth girl." I joked. "Shut up, Stiles." She chuckled as we got in the jeep. "I'm totally digging your new look but I'm still not used to it." Y/N had been dressing like that ever since the beginning of high-school, two years ago. She had stayed with us after her mother passed away, her dad worked for the FBI, so it was hard to look after her.
We arrived at the school after sitting in silence. She was always on her phone. "Stiles?" She spoke up before I got out of the jeep. "Yeah?" I said sitting back down. "Last night, Matt told me to talk to him, right?" She looked nervous.
"Be yourself, Y/N. He was head over heels for you. Just tell him you like him a lot and he'll be right there with you." I explained. She smiled and nodded as we got out.
"Go get 'em tiger." I chuckled as she started walking off.
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Later that night, we sat in Dereks loft. We were having a pack meeting. "Everybody clear with the plan? We set up the dread doctors and try using the element of surprise." Scott explained, we nodded. All of us except from Y/N. "Y/N?" Scott nudged. "Sorry." She switched her phone off. "I was texting Matt." Theo rolled his eyes. "Can you spend five minutes without your new boyfriend?" He scoffed. Y/N folded her arms. "He's asking coach who got in the lacrosse team. I want to know if my boyfriend made it in. Why are you so concerned in my love life?" Y/N snapped back. "Okay, stop bickering." Lydia intercepted. "Do you get the plan?" Scott added. "Yeah. I get the plan." Y/N was disheartened by her friends not backing her up, and I could tell. "Y/N-" I began. "I gotta go. Im meeting Matt at the movies." She went to grab her bag, but I noticed it. "Woah!" I grabbed her arm as she yelped and rolled up the jacket sleeve. "What's this?" I pulled up her sleeve to look at the deep nail marks in her arm. "Did someone hurt you?" She shook her head and tried to pull away. "Stiles, let go." I didn't. "Stiles please let go!" She shouted as a tear fell, and I did. "I did it to myself, Okay?" I gave her a confused look. "Your not the only one who gets panic attacks, Stiles. I just handle it differently." She grabbed her bag and stormed off. "Y/N." Theo spoke up. "What?!" She shouted. "Sorry. Sorry." She mumbled. "How long?" He mumbled. "How long since it started again?" 'Since what started again?' I thought. "Ever since I found out about you and her." She clutched onto her arm. "Have you been taking those meds?" He questioned, "Give them to me." She handed over her bag to him. "What's going on?" I snapped, they ignored me. Theo pulled out a yellow bottle. "You haven't been taking them." Y/N shook her head. "I thought it was getting better." She mumbled. "Take two, and go have fun with Matt." He poured her two of the white pills and handed them to her. He swallowed them down. "Thank you." And then she walked off.
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"She's been having trouble for a while now." Theo explained as we sat down. "She just... broke down one day, in the middle of the corridor and I took her to the nurse. When we got to know each other a little she explained that her therapist had given her these." He shook the bottle of pills. I became her only confidant, someone she could talk to. But, when I messed up I guess she just stopped." I shook my head. "She's struggling." He added. "How did I not know?" I sighed.
"She does a pretty good job of hiding it." I grunted and slammed my fist into a wall. Lydia came to my side, "Stiles, you couldn't have known." She insisted.
My phone buzzed and I pulled it out. "Hello?" I answered.
"Stiles?" "Mellisa?" "They just brought your sister in to the hospital." "What?" "Seems like an attempted suicide. Overdose of pills taken twenty minutes ago. Lorazepam." My heart sprung into my chest, I couldn't breath. "Is she Okay?" "You need to get here. Now." I ended the phone call and grabbed my things. "Stiles? What's wrong?" Lydia asked. I grunted as I rummaged through my bag to find my lorazepam. Gone. She had stolen my prescription drugs. "Shit." I grunted. "Stiles? Stiles!" Lydia shouted. I looked at everyone in the room with desperation.
"Y/N overdosed. She tried to kill herself." Theo sprung up, his eyes filled with even more desperation than mine. "Let's go." He followed, in fact, everyone did. Scott, Malia, Theo, Lydia and I got in the car and drove as fast as we could to the hospital. Y/N was in deep trouble.
