Goner

And beaten down

Stiles barged into the boys bathroom and ran to the farthest stall from the door,  locking himself in and sitting on the toilet curling in on himself.

Her covered his ears and let his head drop between his knees.

"You're alone. He's not there. It's your imagination. He's gone, and you're alone. Stiles, you're alone, " he chanted that to himself as the laughter got louder.

Your pathetic.  It's your fault they died.  You were weak, human. Your useless, no wonder your pack didn't want you.

"No, shut up, you're not there, SHUT UP! SHUT UP! You're alone. He's not there, you're alone!" He stressed, rocking back and forth. He hit the side of his head as his eyes clenched tightly and his face contoured into a grimace.

You're right Stiles. You are alone, and you deserve to be. 

Stiles opened his eyes and clasped his hands before picking up his head and looking at the grey metal door of the stall.  He wasn't really seeing it, his eyes glazed with unshed tears, "Yes, you're alone, and you deserve to be."

He stood and unlocked to door before going to the mirror above one of the many sinks. He started at his reflection. He was suppose to go to lunch with Malia in a few minutes after class ends.

He wiped his eyes and turned on the water to cold, then splashed his face. He looks up at the mirror and snarled at the person staring back.

A weak and pathetic human. Incapable of saving anyone. Only causing problems and deaths.

He pulls his fist back and punches the mirror causing an array of spider web cracks to form and pieces to fall into the sink along with drops of blood.

He pulled his hand back and cursed. 

He looked at the damage. He had a dislocated finger and multiple lacerations along his knuckles and hand.

"Fuck!" He whispered before going to a different sink and turning on the water cleaning of the blood.

He stared, as if in a trance, as the blood slipped from the cuts down into the slowly filling sink turning the water a light pink. The ruby droplets trailing along with the water that was washing it away, contrasting against his milky skin in an obscene yet beautiful sight. It amazed him that such a simple liquid could be the essence of life, how without it a person, human or supernatural, was nothing.

A bang on the door pulled him from his trance.

"Get out of there dude, others gotta take a piss too!" Someone shouted through the bathroom door. He hadn't noticed that he'd locked the actual door to the bathroom before running to the stall before. The stranger banged on the door again and Stiles turned off the water quickly, and pulled a wad of paper towels from the dispenser before sending a glance at the broken mirror.

He hesitated for at minuet about what he should do, but another bang made him jump and he was quickly unlocking the bathroom door and running past the random student, through the halls, not hearing whatever the student yelled at him.

He ran to his jeep. He leaned heavily on the powder blue door of the vehicle and let out a large breath he hadn't realized he was holding. He moved to open the door but grimaced at the tug of pain.

He looked at his hand and saw dried blood surrounding a few cuts from earlier. He must have lost the paper towels in his haste.

Oh well, it was the custodians problem now.

He shook his hand before opening his jeep door. once the door was closed, he prayed to every deity that his Roscoe came on, and luckily it did. He smiled softly and turned to look outside his back window and nearly shit himself when he saw Malia in his passenger seat looking at him blankly.

"What the hell? How'd you get in here?" Stiles asked his heart beating like about jackhammer.

Malia looked at him and narrowed her eyes, the shone a bright blue, "Why do you smell like blood?"

Stiles rolled his eyes, she hadn't even bothered to acknowledge his question,and started to pull out of the parking lot ignoring Malias' question, "So, the Hunahn Cafe? Why that place?"

The Hunahn Cafe was a Japanese themed cafe, not so popular that it was crowded but good enough to have enough business throughout the day. They had free wifi, and Japanese style tables, along with calming music and an actual replica of a cherry blossom tree in the study room they had for students, mostly college but some high school ones too.

Malia still watched him as they drove, "What happened to your hand?"

Stiles shrugged, "Cut myself on some glass, doesn't matter."

"Does it hurt?"

Stiles shook his head as he pulled into the parking lot for the coffee shop.

He looked at Malia, "Well, let's go then."

He got out of the car and strode to the front doors, Malia following behind him. He ignored her completely as he stood in line. They had gotten there when the lunch rush started so the cafe was slightly crowded.

Stiles took the time to take in the shop itself. It was decently sized with walls of a pale pink and light brown color. Most would assume that the pink would make it look girly but it just gave it a calming aura. The floor was dark brown in color and the tables barely made it to his shins. Little pillows of white, brown, pink, and maroon littered the floor, for people to sit on. They also had tall tables with long legged stools with matching cushioned seats.

"So, what was that yesterday at Derek's?" Malia asked as they both sat at one of the tall tables with their drinks.

Stiles had gotten a chi latte that tasted like pumpkin spices, while his lady friend got a simple Americano. She was still warming up to certain humantries like coffee.

Stiles took a large sip before  answering the were-coyote, "Nothing, I just needed sometime alone... I've been going through things, but I'm fine now. How's the pack thing? Find out who's it is yet?"

Malia shrugged, "I don't know, no one tell me anything."

Stiles bit his lips looking at the other teens profile. She was looking down at her own coffee, fingering the rim of the cup. He could see the dejected posture and frown barely on her lips. She was new to the pack, new to humanity in fact. The others still treated her like a sort of outcast, except Kira or Lydia; and even then, Kira was still pretty new and Lydia probably couldn't care less.

Stiles sighed, "Don't worry about it,  I'm sure Derek will have a pack meeting."

Malia gave an uncommitted shrug and they drank in silence.

Stiles contemplated over Derek's pack and Malia predicament. None of them seemed to be helping her try to deal with all the new information that's being thrust on her. After she turned human she was put in Eichen House which didn't help her at all. Plus, since she got out she's had to handle being a were-coyote, not letting her father find out, school, and all the normal things people do and don't do.

Stiles felt compelled to help her.

He counted his fingers subtly, though Malia gave him a weird look. He smiles at her, "You know, if you need any help dealing with all this," he waved his hands in a universal motion for 'everything', "You can come to me."

Malia looked at him with narrowed eyes, trying to find if he had a ulterior motive or something. After not finding what she was looking for she smiled. And he smiled back.

AUTHORS NOTE!!!

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