"please, just let me help you"
"why should i? everyone i know either dies or thinks i'm a total freak show"
Georgia Ray is a social outcast. Nobody bothers to spare her a second glance, unless it's to roll their eyes or scoff. Living alone w...
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GEORGIA'S HANDS WERE SHAKING as she stood outside her house, smoking a cigarette. She was still caked in blood and her clothes were ripped almost entirely apart. Overhead, the sun was poking out of the tree line and casting a warm glow upon her figure.
Georgia's eyes stared at the baby blue jeep in her driveway. Apparently Stiles was at her house waiting for her to come home. Georgia didn't want to go in there because she knew if she saw him she would break down.
Stiles could always figure her out.
Eventually giving up fighting the inevitable, Georgia flicked out her lit stick and silently entered. Glancing to the side, she saw Willow asleep on the couch. Half of her lean torso was hanging off the side and her hair was a mess.
Georgia sighed, approaching the woman. She gently lifted Willow fully onto the couch, brushing the hair out of her face. Georgia grabbed the blanket discarded on the floor and draped it over Willow'a body.
It was then that Georgia spotted Willow's damn octopus plushie sat beside the couch, displaying the angry side. Georgia flipped it inside out to happy before going upstairs.
Entering her room, Georgia was unsurprised by the sight.
Stiles Stilinski was fast asleep in her bed, full on spread out and taking up as much as he physically could. His lips were parted to allow snores to pass through and drool was sliding down his cheeks. Stiles' shoes and jacket were tossed onto the chair to her desk while he was still in his jeans and t-shirt.
Ignoring the sleeping boy, Georgia grabbed a large shirt and sweatpants to take with her into the bathroom. She stripped before the mirror, examining the wounds encompassing her frame and slowly healing. As Georgia went over the prior night's events, her eyes shined with tears.
Erica was dead.
Georgia wasn't going to lie and say they were the best of friends, because they weren't. Still, Georgia cared about Erica. Georgia wanted to look out for Erica since that gym class so long ago.
Now, it was all for nothing.
Georgia managed to keep her shower short as she was so exhausted. She hastily scrubbed away all the blood and nearly fell asleep as she rubbed conditioner into her hair.
At last, Georgia got out and dried off. She didn't care that her hair was still damp as she got dressed and entered her room again. This time, Stiles was sat up, his hair a disaster.
"Hey," Stiles said softly, briefly glancing over Georgia as he was able to see a few wounds not fully healed yet, "Are you okay?"
Georgia remained mute, going over and sitting straight on his lap. Stiles accepted her instantaneously, his arms wrapping firmly around her. Georgia tucked her face away into his neck, shutting her eyes as she was able to hear his heartbeat. It was a bit faster than usual because of her abrupt action, but it still brought Georgia immense comfort.
