Losing my Mind

Chapter 19: Help

Stiles put his hood back up and wiped the tears off his face before walking into the class.

" Are you okay? " Coach asked as he sat back down in his seat.

" Yeah, I'm fine... sorry I was gone for so long" Stiles said putting on a fake smile.

"It's alright, so who can tell me the..." Stiles tuned out as he took his books out and started writing a new song.

As he finished the first paragraph the bell rang and he packed up.

"What happened to your hand?" Scott asked as he grabbed Stiles bandaged hand and examined the blood stain on it.

"Nothing"

"Stiles, you can't continue lying to us" Isaac said softly, " We heard you... we thought someone was attacking you but we only heard one heartbeat"

"Why'd you punch the mirror?" Scott asked concerned.

"I-I thought I saw something" Stiles said stiffly.

"We heard you talking" Isaac pitched in.

"I was thinking out loud" Stiles said stiffly.

" Why?" Scott pushed.

" Why? How should I know? I was just talking" Stiles said desperately trying to end the conversion.

" Stiles, we just wanna help" Isaac said concerned.

" I don't need help, I'm fine " Stiles said angrily.

***

After Economics they went to Math, English and then Chemistry, Stiles kept his head down and sat at the back of the class to avoid being noticed too much by Mr Harris and the other students.

The class started the same as always, Mr Harris introduced what they would learn in the lesson and made jokes about how stupid Stiles was, of course he didn't notice Stiles' condition and didn't realise how much it actually bothered him.

Once Mr Harris turned around to write on the board Stiles threw a paper ball at him, it hit him right in the head and Stiles pretended he was writing something in his book.

"Who the hell did that?" Mr Harris asked angrily.

No one answered.

"Mr Stilinski, detention" Mr Harris said smugly.

"What makes you think it was me?" Stiles asked still pretending to write.

"It's obvious, detention with me for a week" Mr Harris said happily.

" A week?!" Stiles shouted disbelieving, looking at Mr Harris.

"Make that two" Harris smiled widely not even looking at Stiles.

***

After Chemistry Stiles walked to his locker and got his books, medicine and bandages.

He went straight to the locker room after that and looked to see if anyone was there, sighing he opened his bag and took the medicine and bandages out.

No one had come to the locker room so Stiles felt okay with taking his shirt and hoodie off.

He took his medication with some water and then started taking the bandages off his arms and chest, as he finished taking them off someone walked in.

He hid behind the lockers and hoped that the person would leave, but thanks to his luck he realised that there were more footsteps and they were coming straight to him, so he picked his shirt up off the floor and put it on.

Quietly he opened up a locker and got in it before leaving the door partially open.

"I thought you said he was in here" Aiden said quietly.

"He is, see, his bag and stuff are here" Scott said back.

" Stiles, please come out? We're here to help" Isaac said concerned.

Stiles was terrified he didn't want his friends to see him like this but got out of the locker quietly anyway.

He walked around the lockers and looked at his friends, Scott, Isaac, Aiden, Ethan and even Shawn.

" I don't need help" Stiles said quietly, holding his arms in a way that wouldn't hurt him or let them see too much of the damage.

"Stiles, how are you gonna get the bangages on properly without help" Scott asked concerned.

"I'll find a way"

" No, we're your friends and we want to help" Isaac said in determination and Shawn nodded his head in agreement.

" The girls wanna help too" Ethan said "They're outside because they didn't want to invade in your privacy"

Stiles looked at the floor as they called Lydia, Allison and Kira inside.

"Take your shirt off" Lydia demanded.

" Didn't it cross anyone's mind that I might be really uncomfortable with this?" Stiles said stiffly.

"Yes, but we don't care we want to help you" Kira stated blatantly.

Stiles sighed before turning around and reluctantly taking off the shirt, there was an intake of breath and Stiles regretted his decision to take it off, he walked to the mirror not showing anyone the damage on his torso and arms.

He looked at his appearance regrettably and with such disgust, he thought he would never feel good about himself again.

"Stiles, please turn around" Lydia whispered from where she stood.

Stiles closed his eyes feeling tears rush to his forming rapidly as he remembered some of the abuse.

Finally after a minute of trying to control his tears, Stiles turned around, everyone was frozen in shock, they didn't realise it was that bad.

All of them were either crying already or had tears in their eyes.

"Why would anyone cut a word into someone else?" Kira asked bluntly to no one in particular while Stiles just averted his eyes.

He looked at them all for a second, then grabbed the bandages and held them out to Scott.

"Please help me?" Stiles whispered as a tear finally fell down his cheek.

Scott nodded as Lydia and Shawn walked over to help as well, Lydia putting on the disinfectant cream while Shawn and Scott helped each other bandage up his arms and body, the rest just sat down and watched at they put the bandages over all the cuts and bruises.

Stiles felt extremely uncomfortable but he was glad to know that his friends cared.