Savior Stiles Stilinski book 1

Prologue

Just going to put it out there that I do NOT own Teen Wolf or any of the shows characters nor plot lines. NO credit to me for anything other than Alex Blackridge, her back story and her place in my story... And this is my first real fan-fiction like I've written a lot, but none of them was really good enough for my liking...I'm kinda picky... Please tell me what I should do to better my writing...? I guess...

In some cases, the end, really only means a new beginning. A better beginning to a better story. But what happens when even that ends? What is someone supposed to do when their entire life has been changed entirely, changing them in the process, not only once; but twice? Everything they have ever known, ever believed in, is thrown out? What happens when one is taken from their only family and when they have finally reunited once again....their family is ripped from them this time? They change again.... How is any child supposed to live with that? Hell, who are they supposed to live with? No aunts, nor uncles. Grandparents are long gone. Oh wait, we have foster families for kids like this...but what happens when their foster families abuse them? They find a "better" foster family right?

Not in my case apparently....I am 15 and currently going to my 23rd family. I've been in foster care since I was 12. 2 years of trying to find a new family because my family was taken from me... ripped out of my hands right when they got me back... Now I am trying to find someone who will take care of me until I am 18... It's not as simple as most would think... Foster parents are supposed to keep the children they take into their homes safe by law...

But when I got into the system the first few families abused me. They knew my past. Knew I was scared and damaged...so they victimized me. Fucked me up even more. Other families bailed on me within weeks, but I was kind of a rebellious kid after being abused by the people the who the law promised me would keep me safe, I was hurt and wanted nothing more than to say fuck you. And I ran away from a couple of families out of fear of rejection and abuse.

Fear is one of the worst feelings I have ever experienced, but it has taught me to keep myself alive. Which means pushing everyone out. Telling them to shove it up their ass because in most cases its other people who ruin everything. Its other people that hurt you. Whether it just be rejection...or even death. People will hurt you. They have ruined everything I have ever had...

My first 4 years on earth were spent with my family, I don't really remember much though. But I know they were the best years of my life. Then everything went to shit when I was 5. I was kidnapped until I was 11. I got to spend 2 months with my biological family, which I didn't know. Then they were killed, by 2 people who were associated with the same people who kidnapped me.

The law was once again in my life. They sent me to a mental hospital for a year because I completely lost my shit. The last 3 years have been the most disappointing I have ever experienced. I don't think it will ever get better. I am more damaged than any 15 years old should ever be. I have a list of mental disorders and other things that classify me a failure. But they are all because of other people! I even have some physical scars because of them. It's why I will never let anyone in.

Everyone who was ever supposed to take care of me either died because of me or abused me. Hell, even at every school I was rejected. The students always hated me. The teachers, most of them loved me. I was a top of the class 'A' student. Because for the 7 years that I was abducted I was given books to read. Books about science and math and all the subjects in school. I spent a lot of time reading them as well. The only constants that has ever been in my life are fear and sadness and anger. Now I have music and my social worker Bree...

I'm currently living in a girls home, I'm supposed to meet another foster parent tomorrow... It's a friend of Bree's. She just got accepted for being a foster parent, it's apparently a six-month wait...I don't know, I've never really met a foster family that wasn't like already in the system. But that doesn't really mean their good foster parents. Or families for that matter. But Bree keeps insisting that she's a really good person... I just hope she's right...

I've been trying to prepare for meeting her because Bree keeps jumping my ass about it being a good home, and she wants me to actually try this time...Because, although I love all the girls I live with, I don't like this place. It's not much of a home, but it's pretty much been my only good home since my parent's died...But even then it was weird, and there was a lot of therapy and getting everything settled. And because I was abducted for so long they all just assumed I was dead...When I showed up in rags, covered in my own blood, they freaked out. I don't think they even recognized me at first. The cops and everything put us in witness protection and our names got changed...But that only lasted 2 months...