The Star that never Shone

Chapter I

Don't ever let anyone tell you that you can't. They don't know you, they don't know what you're capable of, they don't know your potential. So why bother with people that don't give a fuck about you at all and always want to see you down? What is the point of them doing this to you. To us. What are they going to gain from it? Nothing. So don't bother caring. That's all.

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Lydia

First day of senior year and everyone is already talking about what happened to him. Stiles Stilinski, one of the most- sorry, the most popular kid in Beacon Hills High. I don't even know why he did, at least why he tried to...attempt the suicide.

He's a really nice guy actually, he's nothing like the guys I've read a lot of times in books. From all I know, he's polite and respectful with everyone, on the contrary, his friends who were not nice to anyone at all. They think they own the school. Stiles is a really nice guy, the only time I've had a look at him was when he picked up my book in the classroom. His eyes were captivating, they were amber , his eyelashes were long that for a second I thought they were fake. His jawline was sharp and his moles at show, I found them really cute, his hair was combed in its own way.

I was sitting while he was walking in and I accidentally let it fall, he picked up for me which I found really nice of him.

"Just the fact that he tried to himself was like, really deep."

"I feel bad for him."

"Well, I would've killed myself if I was dating the same girl he was. Kate."

"He should have died. I hate him."

"Bet he tried to kill himself because he didn't get the car he wanted. Rich brat."

I heard these things as I walked down the halls. It was awful, I feel so bad for him. They're judging him like this but they don't know the real reason why he did it. I don't it either so I don't make speculations about it. The gossip was that bad that I hear teachers whispering about it as well.

I just kept walking towards the library, barely anyone goes there, it's basically always empty and if by any chance some people go there, I'm always at the very back of the library, nobody goes there but me. You can call it Lydia's private spot since I'm the only one that knows about it.

If you're asking yourself if I have any friends, the answer to that is no, I don't. I never had one before, not a single one. Yeah, I guess that's pretty upsetting and weird but that's just me.

I'm a loner, I'm used to being like this anyways.

After school, I went straight home and started cleaning the house. My mom was asleep, she came back home this morning drunk as usual. She went out with aunt Lisa that's why. You know, my mom, she's not an alcoholic and she's definitely not a bad mother to me. In this house, it's just me and her. Only two women in a house makes it peaceful, but you know, sometimes I need my dad with me.

He died when I was really young, every time I asked my mom about him, she'd always change topic or she'd just say that she didn't want to talk about it. I guess it's a really touchy subject even after 17 years.

Once I finished cleaning the house, I starter doing my homework , my mom woke up when I was almost done with it. "Lydia!" She called for me. I went to meet her jn the kitchen. "Can you please make me some breakfast?" She asked me, cleatly with the hangover hitting her hard. "Mom, it's nearly 10 at night, I need to go to bed for school tomorrow." I said sighing. "Do you not love me enough to make your mother some food?" God, I hated when she does that. I always need to be proving my love to her, yet I never asked once to prove her love for me.

So, I did.

I made her food.

I stayed with her as it was her wish.

I stayed up until 2 am and woke up late the next day.

I don't mind that though because my mom is the only friend I've got.