Torn

the intuition pt. 2

Sorry I've taken so long, I've just been busy with school and stuff.

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"Stiles?" The Sheriff said, worry was floating around the room as if it attached to the Sheriff.

Stiles, looked away, he stood up and headed towards his bedroom door, "Do you want a coffee? I'll go make one." Stiles replied trying to avoid the agonizing conversation that he and his dad were obviously going to have to have. But Stiles didn't think it would be so soon. As Stiles walked past his father, he grabbed Stiles arm.

"Stiles, don't cover it up, just tell me."

Stiles was desperate to not tell him. His father knew that. But Stiles couldn't keep lying to him. He looked his father in the eye, and took his baggy hoodie off. Revealing a navy blue cotton t-shirt, but thats not what the Sheriff was almost crying over. Tears began flowing down the Sheriffs face. And that was why Stiles broke eye contact with him. There were cuts; big and small; scarred, obviously they were from awhile ago, and there were fresh, pink scars, they were more recent.

Stiles put his hoodie back on, and turned to walk out of the room, "I'm going to go make a coffee now, you may not need one, but I do." He said as he left the room.

His dad, however, didn't follow him out of the room. Instead, he sat down on Stiles' bed, too weak and distraught to do anything else. He buried his head in his hands, wondering what to do. Or maybe, he was thinking about his wife, Claudia Stilinski. She died from frontotemporal dementia; a disease where areas of the brain start to shrink.
The Sheriff didn't know what to do without his wife almost every day, let alone how to deal with this!

Stiles was almost finished with the coffees, his: a chai latte and his fathers': just a regular instant coffee.
When Stiles had completed the coffees, he walked upstairs, into his room, only to see his father sitting on his bed with his head in his hands.
Stiles stood at the door for a few minutes. Eventually he walked in, put the coffees on his desk and sat on his bed next to his father.

They sat in silence, until finally Stiles' dad broke it.

"Why'd you do it?"

"Honestly? Everything just got too much and, I don't know, I couldn't deal with it; Allison and Aiden's deaths, Scott's pain, Lydia's pain, I just-- I couldn't do it anymore, and this-- this seemed to relieve it; it relieved the pain." Stiles replied. He didn't look at his father, he couldn't.

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Scott sat in his room.
He hadn't talked to Stiles in a while. He wasn't sure what to say to Stiles. He just found out his best friend had was cutting himself and wasn't eating all thanks to Derek. How did Derek know? How did he find out? Why would Stiles do this?

"Scott?"

"Derek? What are you doing here?" Scott replied

"I need to talk to you. About....Stiles." Derek said, he sounded sad, which Scott never thought that sadness was one of Derek's emotions, obviously it was.

"Why do you need to talk about Stiles?" Scott said, sounding confused.

"Listen," Derek started explaining as he walked into Scott's room and sat nest to him, "when I told you about Stiles, did you believe me?"

"Honestly? No, but I do now." Scott said with sadness filling up his eyes.

"Why now?"

"Lydia didn't tell you?" Scott asked, Derek shook his head; no, "well, after you told me and i attacked you and you fought back, I went to Stiles' house, and I found 3 of his razor blades, so, now-- now i believe, but before, I thought you were crazy. How did you find out anyways?" Scott explained.

"Well, I don't even know what I was doing but on the day of the full moon I was just walking around and then I found myself outside of the Stilinski House, and all I could smell was sadness and --" Derek was interrupted my Scott

"Wait, you smelled sadness?" Scott questioned, confused.

"Yeah, remember, the full moon dials everything up to ten," Derek explained, Scott nodded in agreement, "well I was at his house and, yeah, I smelt sadness, and I climbed up to his window and, yeah, I saw it." Derek explained.

"Scott! Scott!" A voice yelled at it came closer to Scott's bedroom door.

"Scott, I need your help!" The voice yelled as a person barged into Scott's bedroom.

"Oh hey, Derek." Scott finally realized who it was: Lydia.

"Hey Lydia." Derek said.

"Lydia, what are you doing here?" Scott asked.

"Well, I was just-- uhm, I was-- I did." Lydia tried to start explaining.

"Lydia? Just say it." Scott said.