Chapter 48

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*Newt POV*

"Why can't they just leave us alone?" I asked, hopelessly. No one answered me so I shoved my face into a pillow.

I looked back up and looked at everyone scurrying around the room. I was the only one sitting down. Other than Stiles.

He was doing the same as me, looking completely hopeless. I'm pretty sure we both are questioning why we exist. Wouldn't the pack have such an easier life if we weren't here? Then they wouldn't need to worry about us.

I tried to push my negative thoughts away but they kept flooding my mind. Think of happy thing, I thought.

I have a loving family.

Nope, my family is dead.

I have a lot of friends in school.

No, I can't go to school because I'm being hunted down.

Okay, that wasn't working.

I noticed everyone in the pack looking at us with worried expressions. We probably looked like bloody hell. I really didn't care though, and it seemed like Stiles didn't care either.

"Just say it already." Stiles mumbled from his spot in the room.

"What?" Asked Scott. "I know you guys want to say something, so just say it. It's better than you guys just staring at us." Stiles said.

"We're just worried," Lydia said, "You guys look so... dead."

Stiles let out a humorless laugh, "Dead, I never thought of it that way. I feel way past dead."

That seemed to make everyone worry even more. But not me, I knew exactly what he was saying.

We are just a burden. We are guarded 24/7 and we keep being attacked. But did e ever got hurt badly before? No, only the pack did. This is all our faults.

"How bout you Newt?" Peter said, "Do you have any depressing words for us?"

I just sighed and rolled over so I was turned away from them.

"There's still hope for you." Said a voice.

Stiles and I both sprang up causing everyone to look at us. "Did you guys hear that?" Stiles and I both said.

Everyone shook their heads. "Bloody hell." I said, then I slammed my face back into my pillow.

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