Full Moon ☾ Derek Hale

Chapter Nine: Lunatic

Chapter Nine: Lunatic

Chapter Song: Ghost by Wildes

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It had been two days since the incident at the school. And in those two days, everything had managed to fall apart. Derek's body was never found. The cops were still convinced he was alive and he still managed to be Beacon Hills most wanted even in death. Scott was an absolute wreck. Allison had broken things off with him as she no longer trusted him. And me? I was numb. The events at the school had been a major set back, one I hadn't had in a very long time. Blood and murder were something I only thought I'd have to experience that one dreadful night. But with the Alpha still at large, it seemed like it was becoming a more common occurrence. I'd assured mom and Scott I was fine. But Scott knew better. The times I briefly fell asleep he could hear me wake up gasping for air in a cold sweat from the vividly graphic nightmares. I didn't know what to feel first--fear of the Alpha? Sadness that Derek had been murdered by said Alpha? Anger that the Alpha had destroyed our life? I kept telling myself that there was an end to all of this...that once we found the Alpha this would all be over. Everything was going to be fine...yet life had felt like it had imploded. 

"Not that I don't like nice long walks in the woods at night, especially with a homicidal alpha on the loose, but could you tell me where we're going?" I finally spoke up as Stiles led Scott and I to an unknown destination. 

"Yeah, we really shouldn't be out here. Mom's in a constant state of freak out from what happened at the school." Scott reminded our best friend.

"Yeah, well, your mom isn't the Sherriff. Okay? There's no comparison. Trust me."

"This isn't a competition of whose parent is more traumatized." I rolled my eyes. 

"Can you at least just tell us what we're doing out here?" Scott heavily sighed. 

"Yes." Stiles agreed.

"Finally." I mumbled.

"When your best friend gets dumped—"

"I didn't get dumped. We're just on a break." Scott defended. Stiles dramatically rolled his eyes in trn.

"Okay, well when one of your best friends gets told by his girlfriend that they're taking a break, and the other has severe PTSD, you get your best friends drunk." Stiles gawkily smiled as he held up an unopened bottle of Jack Daniels.

"Not the time for jokes, Stiles" Scott groaned, eyeing me.

"Best way to downplay tramatic situations is to drink." Stiles shrugged. Scott looked over to me, waiting for me to interject. I simply replied with a shrug, not opposed to Stiles' way of handling things. 

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"Dude, she's just one girl. There's so many girls, so many girls in the sea." Stiles slurred his words as he set down the half empty bottle of Jack and laid on the ground.

"It's fish." Scott dryly corrected.

"Scotty, why are you talking about fish?" I asked, giggling as I took another swig of the pungent whiskey. For the first time in months, I could feel my body relax. Although the haunting thoughts and memories of Derek's murder played in my mind, they were put on the back burner. Tonight, I wanted things to be normal. 

"Well, I'm talking about girls. Ugh, I love girls. I love 'em! Espeically ones with strawberry blonde hair, green eyes, five foot three..." Stiles mused. I hopped off the wooden log and layed on the floor beside Stiles.

"Like Lydia?" Scott, who seemed completely sober, asked.

"Exactly! Hey how'd you know I was talking about...about...what was I talking about?" I looked over to Stiles, noticing the goofy drunk smile on his face. The two of us glared at each other for a split second before we erupted in a fit of giggles. Scott loudly sighed. I looked up at my depressed brother, pouting and shooting him puppy dog eyes.