Just Hold On |STYDIA|

Chapter 15: "I'm not fine"

LYDIA

The girl watched how Stiles left school a couple of minutes earlier, alone. She didn't know what to say in that moment. It was her fault, she dragged him here. It was too much. She was rushing things when she should have been slower. She felt awful.

After spending the rest of the first period outside, she finally managed to went to class again. Scott was organizing his locker when he saw Lydia alone, he walked towards her determined to ask about his friend. Something that she wanted to avoid so much.

"Hey Lyds, where did Stiles go?" Lydia thought he was smart enough to know the answer.

"Where do you think he went?" She didn't bother in hide her anger.

"What happened, why did he left?"

"He had a panic attack Scott. I shouldn't brought him here, he wasn't ready"

"I believe the same, it was too early"

"If you thought was to early then you shouldn't left him! Scott he is your best friend, and you left him the second he got out of the car"

Lydia saw Scott looking at the floor with shame. But she left him too, the teenage boy just walked "home" alone and she didn't do anything to stop him. She started to regret her decision.

"You are right" Scott's voice pulled her out of her thoughts. "I was bad. It's just, I don't know what to do, seeing him like this is killing me, and I know that is not about me, but I can't stand watching him suffer. I try to convince myself that he needs time alone"

"The last time he was left alone he didn't eat for a week. He can't be alone. That's why I think I should go to your house, see how is he doing" She wasn't going to leave him again. She was going to be by his side, preventing him from doing something.

She said goodbye to Scott and walked to the car they came. Her car.

The drive was based in thoughts about Stiles. She couldn't imagine how he was feeling right now.

She was about to come in, since they don't lock the front door anymore, but a strong noise that came from upstairs made her jump. It was like glass breaking.

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STILES

10 minutes earlier...
Stiles came back to what was supposed to be his new home. The anger and the anxiety creeped inside of him. That was why he didn't want to go. He told Lydia, but she didn't listen.

He made his way upstairs to the guests room. His room. Enter to the bathroom, and looked the mirror.

All he saw was a murderer. Or maybe a weak human. He didn't know. Seeing all the students staring at him like that, of course they didn't know what really happened, but it killed him inside.

A feeling of pain appeared in his chest, like a ball that squeezed his lungs and made him ache. He felt the panic attack building up all over his body.

"No", he told himself. It wasn't going to happen again. He deserved to be in pain. But emotional pain was very uncomfortable.

The anger increased a lot, his hands were shaking like hell. His face turned paler than usual, and he was sweating too much. He couldn't hold it anymore, raised his fist, and broke the mirror with all his strength.

He punched again, and again, and again, like if it was making him feel better. And he didn't stop until his hand was covered in blood. That was when he screamed with all the air in his lungs, letting out the ball of anguish pressing his thorax.

He dropped to the ground holding his bloody hand and pressing his knees to his chest. He let himself cry.

Suddenly, he heard footsteps coming towards him, but he didn't care. He didn't care about anything right now.

The bathroom door opened, revealing a beautiful strawberry blonde on the other side. He usually thinks there's always a good time to see her, but not under that context. He didn't want to be seen like this.

He watched her stared at the broken mirror first, and then at the corner of the bathroom, where he was having a mental breakdown.

"Oh my god Stiles. What did you do?" Her jaw dropped.

Stiles didn't answer, he didn't even looked her in the eyes. He couldn't.

She softly kneeled next to him, touching his shoulder and staring at the very bad injured hand.

"Here, wrap it in this" She passed him a hand towel. "Do you wanna tell me what happened?" Her voice was sweet.

He shook his head watching how blood drops fell to the ground. It must have been a bad injury.

"Let me see..." She moved the towel and the put it back on its place, making him frowned, "it's quite deep, do you wanna go to the ER to see Melissa?"

"No" Stiles finally whispered. "I just... I don't know what I want. Um.... Can you hug me? Like... like the other day"

The words that came out from his mouth were unknown. He would never said that. It was like he asked what his heart told him to ask. She watched him raising her eyebrows and then, she involved into a hug.

They spent a couple of minutes like that, until Lydia helped him to get up and they managed to go see Melissa.