Requested by: angelly2000
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His hands shook with adrenaline, his hands stained with his blood as his brown eyes widened. Donovan laid motionless under him, eyes wide, voided of life. He was dead.
"Oh my god..." He whispered, once realizing his actions he scurried off of the dead body. His heart hammering in his chest to the point he feared that if it was any harder, his heart would pop right out of his chest.
Stiles couldn't move, he couldn't breathe. He felt as if the world was falling around him, and that he was struggling the run.
He didn't know how long he sat their, staring at the lifeless body. Numbly he took out his phone, turning on the device as it glowed in the dark room.
He unlocked it and scrolled through his contacts, searching for the one that he knew would answer. The one that he hoped, had the answers to his questions and would comfort him. That would give him closure in his time of need. Give him the loved he needed, that he so desired.
The smell of blood was thick as he dialed the number. He chocked back sobs as it rang, and rang until finally he heard it. The voice he craved for.
"Stiles, where are you? Are you okay?" His voice was worried and husky. He must have been running, he could imagine the concern in his green eyes, the crease in his brow as he worried for his mate.
Stiles was silent for a moment. The moment felt like hours in his mind, as if time went on forever. He stared into nothing, he felt dead inside, like everything was his fault.
"Sti-"
"How" he whispered, for the first time hearing his own voice. It was broken and weak, it was pathetic. He wanted to throw up at the sound, he wanted to keep his mouth shut forever.
"I don't-"
"How do you do it? How can you live with yourself, after the light has left their eyes and theres nothing left" he said, voice growing angrier, weaker.
Their was silence, nothing but the sound of her thoughts running through his head. He hates himself, he hated himself for even calling him for such a stupid question. But he squeezed her phone in his hands, the blood dries and chipping from his fingertips.
"I don't." He said quietly. Derek could hear the desperation for comfort in the boys tone, something he could give him the pleasure of. Stiles felt tears run down his cheeks as he buried his head in his knees.
He didn't care if anyone could hear him. He let out a sob that shock through his body, and he felt his throat burn. He was a monster. A monster.
"I killed him Der.." He whispered softly, sniffling a bit as he wiped his tears, blood smearing his cheekbone. There was another pause of silence, before he heard a soft chuckle.
He didn't understand.. He had killed him, he killed Donovan and here he was.. Laughing.
"Stay put" was all he said before hanging up the phone. The laughter in his voice gone and replaced with a seriousness that made him look down in shame.
And he did. He waited.
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So pretty short, I had no idea how it would turn out. Pretty dark in my opinion lol.
Anyways , REQUEST ARE OPEN!
Comments = more imagines : )
