The Art of Getting Better | A Stydia AU (completed)

chapter 1

( I got some inspiration to write a story like this because a few months ago I read All The Bright Places by Jennifer Niven and it left me in tears because of how sad it was but it was also amazing. This story isn't going to be like ALTB though, I just got inspiration from it.

But, I really hope you all enjoy this story and I know that I will enjoy writing it. Anyway, let's get started! )

"So, Stiles, how are you doing today?" The therapist asks him as he sits in a chair and twiddled his thumbs.

He looked up, "Are you going to keep asking me this every time you see me? Because my answer isn't changing."

"Okay, well, do you think you're starting to recover from the accident? Mentally or physically? Maybe even both?" His therapist then asks.

Stiles looks at the bruises and scars left on his arm and felt his mood become even worse. "No."

"And your friends, are they there for you? Are you all being there for each other?"

"I don't know." He shrugs, "I haven't been in school for the past two weeks and I haven't talked to any of them."

"You haven't texted or called?"

"I shut my phone off." Stiles blankly states as a memory of him throwing his phone against his wall and smashing it goes through his head. "Going through my phone is just gonna make me feel worse."

"What exactly is the worst part of this for you?" She asks as she quickly writes in her small notebook.

"Everything. When I go to sleep I have nightmares and when I wake up it's the first thing I think of. I can't escape the accident and I don't think I ever will." He says.

"You will, it just takes time. Are you still taking your pills everyday? They should help with the sadness."

Stiles nods, "My dad makes me take them when I wake up but I'm not sure if they're helping. If they were then I wouldn't be this sad anymore."

"You're mourning. You're suppose to be sad."

"But I'm not suppose to be this sad!" Stiles exclaims, "I am mourning! I mourn every second of the day! Every time I breathe just reminds me that I survived but Scott didn't. There's no way to help me fight what I'm feeling."

"I understand that you're angry, but-"

"How are you suppose to understand? You can't understand what it feels like to have your best friend die right in front of you and knowing there's nothing you could do about it. You can't understand the feeling of knowing that someone died because of you and that someone's blood is on your hands. No one understands and no one will ever understand." Stiles yells and stands up, "This session is over."

"Stiles!" The therapist yells as he walks out of the room but he ignored her. He didn't care. He just wanted to forget everything. He just wanted the pain to stop. Stiles continued walking down the street and fought back the tears because he didn't want to have a mental breakdown in front of everyone.

It's been almost three weeks since the accident and two weeks since the funeral. Stiles didn't know how he's still managing to live with himself. He remembered everything as clear as day. He remembered pulling Scott's body out of the pile of wood and watching Scott slowly die as Stiles' father called for backup and an ambulance. By time the ambulance came, it was too late. Scott was already dead and Stiles got a sick feeling in his stomach. Stiles didn't get out of bed until the day of the funeral. He didn't know how to look Scott's mother in the eyes ever again after seeing her in the hospital, but when he saw her all Ms. McCall did was hug Stiles and say it wasn't his fault. Stiles is never going to forget the look on Ms. McCall's face when she was in the hospital and saw Scott's body being dragged in. He was never going to forget the look of pure hurt and shock on her face.

All Stiles could think about was that accident. Whenever he tried to direct his mind to something else, it seemed impossible. There was no hope for him to rebuild his life. He was like shattered glass and he wasn't able to be glued back together.

Stiles was also never going to forget the look on his friends face during the funeral. Everyone looked like the world had let them down and had lost hope for anything good ever happening again. Everyone was telling him that it wasn't his fault, but Stiles refused to believe that. He knew it was his fault and he was never going to find any closure. He didn't know how he was ever going to be sane and happy again.

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Lydia sat in her room and started crying. She didn't even know why she was crying. She had all this anger and sadness built up inside her that she finally just let it all out. She couldn't stop crying and it was something she couldn't control. It just happened. "God, Lydia, stop crying!" She yelled at her self and threw a pillow on the other side of the room. "Get yourself together!"

When times like this happened, she needed to think of something else and use an escape. Lydia would usually read then go to sleep since that was the only rest that her mind could ever get. That was the only rest she could get. She scavenged through her bookshelf and tried to find something new to read but she ran out of books. She let out a cry of anger. Last month she bought at least six new books and now they were all gone. She had to go to the store and buy more books. This time she was going to purchase at least seven.

She got dressed out of her pajamas and into dark blue skinny jeans, a gray t-shirt, and black boots. She grabbed her purse and walked out of the house, not bothering to tell her mother since her mom probably didn't even care and was most likely sleeping anyway. Lydia debated whether or not to drive, but she decided it was best not to. Whenever Lydia was angry, driving was something she tried to avoid.

The weather outside was a bit cold for California which was odd but made sense, it was the middle of March so it couldn't be all eighty or ninety degrees. It had to be in the late fifty's or early sixty's tonight. She didn't mind the feel of the wind with the slight coldness, she actually liked it.

When Lydia arrived at Target, she went straight to the book section and picked up any random books that she hasn't read before that also looked interesting. She got eight books then went to the candy section and got two boxes of hot tamales then decided to get a bottle of Coca-Cola. Lydia went to the self-checkout line which must've made some of the cashiers a bit angry since there were lines completely open.

Lydia just wanted to get out of Target and back into her room as fast as possible. One of the things that weren't good for her while she was angry was being out in public since there was always something to make her more upset. She preferred the safety and comfort of her room and disliked the discomfort of being out of her room.

She quickly walked out of Target and began walking into the parking lot. She took the receipt out of the plastic bag and opened her purse to put it inside. As she was zipping her purse back up, someone knocked into her which caused her to fall onto the ground and scratch her elbow against the road.

"Come on!" Lydia yelled as she felt her anger raising, "Don't you watch where you're going?" She looked up at the boy who looked down at her shocked and had an upset look on his face. He quickly ran his hand through his black hair and helped her up, grabbing her bag.

"I'm so sorry, I really didn't mean to. I was distracted." The boy apologizes and looks at her arm, "Here, let me help you."

"I don't need help!" Lydia exclaims, "I can go back to my house and patch this up just fine!"

"No, please. You're hurt, I-I should help since it's my fault." He says and looks at her apologetically.

"Why should I trust you? I don't even know who you are." She says and takes a step back.

"My name is Stiles. Stiles Stilinski." He introduces himself and Lydia nods as she feels her anger slowly fading away.

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 Welcome to my new story! I really hope you all like this since I've been wanting to write a story like this for a really long time.

This story isn't suppose to be all rainbows and sunshine, it is suppose to be sad so brace yourself. Writing out the whole storyline made me really sad.

But anyway, I really hope you all enjoy this!!