Stiles
After finding our Malia had passed, I felt nothing. Everything seemed pointless, I mean everything I envisioned was impossible. I always wanted to travel the world with the one person who shared my vision, Malia. We had talked about traveling around the world together, but it was impossible now that she was no more.
I was angry at the world, it was so unfair. After everything we all went through, we seemed to still go through the worst situations. It was an unstoppable loop, while we lived in the supernatural world, we would never get our happy endings. Malia was the perfect example of how we were stuck to this place no matter how much we tried.
I knew that there were no exceptions in this place, we wouldn't be the pack which finds a way to survive and have a happy ending. A list of people proved that, even when we thought we were exceptions to this nightmare, we were faced with reality, we would never to happy in this place.
It was a beacon to evil, it attracted all the bad luck we ever had. Or, at least I thought.
That was how I felt in the beginning, I was angry at the world for taking Malia away from me. I wished we never lived in Beacon Hills.
I then realized that Beacon Hills was what had even caused me to meet Malia, I had been given the chance to meet such an incredible person because of this town. No matter how much I hated this town I knew one thing for sure.
Beacon Hills was home for us, it had always been, we had been through hell just to protect this place. He spent years saving everyone from terrible creatures. All those years brought me so many memories, some good and some bad, yet they were memories. No one could ever take them away from me.
Even as I hated all the pain being in this place brought me, I couldn't blame the place, I could only truly blamed the people, the creatures.
Places are never evil, the only evil is what people create from hate and fear.
