Long Lost StilesxReader

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Main POV: I'm scrambling down the halls in an attempt to hide from the brown haired boy not to far behind. I hear his heart beat with my werewolf senses and its through the roof his chemo signals tell me he's nervous sad and confused which means if he finds me he's gonna want an explanation which I haven't have to give to any one in a really long time. So I ran to the boys locker room and hid near the showers. I could hear Stiles footsteps getting closer but I couldn't move I was paralyzed like actually, I looked at my hands and saw some clear goo on them- nasty ass men. Then Scott McCall comes out from the lockers and holds up a vile of clear thick liquid and I understood that the boys paralyzed me. I had fallen into their trap so they are going to fall into mine
"What the HELL Scott, Stiles get YOUR ASS OUT HERE I CAN HEAR YOUR HEARTBEAT!!" I shout

"Woah chill Y/n we just want to talk" Stiles says from behind Scott

"Okay fine what do you want to talk about?" I say

"How did you get blue eyes?" Scott says

TW: self harm, anxiety attacks and death

"I had a rough life okay, I didn't want to kill them nor was it my decision. He was my best friend and a werewolf. he looked like Stiles but when a group of hunters found out about us, we had to flee and we were safe, or so we thought. He was injected with a seriously bad wolfsbane and was suffering for days. At times I prayed he was dead in the morning so I didn't have to carry out the torturous care that hurt me and him for the next day but he was a fighter. he wouldn't die unless either I or the hunters killed him and he didn't want them to call him just another one put down so he asked me to do it. And I did, it hurt me more than it did him because here I am hoping and praying at night to see his face just one last time to hear his voice say my name just one last time to hold him close just one last time. after he died I would cry myself to sleep and some nights crying wasn't enough so I would cut and watch myself bleed and then heal in a second so I would do it again and again and again. Some nights even that wasn't enough. at this point I had developed trust issues attachment issues and anxiety. I would cut and cry so much that I couldn't breath and I gave myself anxiety attacks I would cry and gasp for air as I screamed "WHY WOULD YOU DO THIS TO ME! WHY WOUD YOU LEAVE ME WHY WHY WHY WHY! I CAN'T DO THIS EVERY NIGHT I NEED YOU!!!" I say as tears pour down my face. I look back up and they're gone. Those asshats left me crying on the floor in the boys FUCKING locker room, but I quickly realize they are both crying and comforting me at my sides and we all just sit their and cried until the bell rings and we go to our next class thank god that Stiles was in my next period because I was still having a hard time walking. He helped me walk to my our next class and he sits in front of me, I can tell he was still sad I grabbed his hand and at first he tensed up but then he relaxed and we held each others hand for the rest of the period.

Hope you enjoyed the chapter, I know it was deep. Just know if you or your friends are going through this kind of thing reach out to some one, I am always open to talk. you don't have to go through this alone. also I'm not doing anymore questions of the day unless you guys really want me to and remember

Hale_Hydra
Word count: 690