Stiles' Letter to the Pack and Derek
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He leaned forward, on his elbows resting on top of his knees, his face in his hands. He dragged his hands down his face, holding onto his chin.
His faded green eyes, were bloodshot as tears continuously slid down his bearded face. His heart ached for his one and only, Stiles. But the disease had come upon him to quick, taking his life in the time span of 5 months.
The pack, Derek, they only had 4 months, where the 5th he was hospitalized. That whole month was full of tears, and drugs (medicine). No one knew what to say, only that they knew that he was dying and it was to late.
He had written a letter. A very short one but mentioning things from his memories. From battling super naturals, or sneaking into a public swimming pool after hour or even just going vegan for a week.
But no one opened the letter, no one read it. No one touched it. They all just stared at the neat white envelope, that sat on top of the coffee table. It had his messy writing across the top: The Pack it wrote, they all stared at it and took in every detail of the writing.
It wasn't until he finally decided that it was enough, and he was getting sick if waiting. He leaned forward and ripped open the envelope everyone watching him, wanting to feel the material, and read over it as well.
The letter was short, but meaningful. Their were pictures he had managed to ask his father to print out, of him and Scott when they were children, him and Lydia when they went to the formal together, him and Derek when they decided to run away for a weekend. Then their was a picture for all of them to look at, it was the whole pack, together in front of the remodeled home.
Then he read the letter aloud for everyone to hear:
Dear Derek and the Pack,
I'm crying as I write this, I'm crying so hard I think the woman beside the will wake up and call her nurse to move her to a different room. I'm so weak, that I'm struggling to hold the pencil. The nurse standing at the door watching me, has tears in her eyes as she realizes that I'm writing a letter to you all to say, I'm sorry and this is good bye.
Before I die I wanted to tell you all thank you, and thank you for making my life so much more interesting.
Tell my father, that I'm sorry he's lost the only 2 people that he loved in such a short matter of time. Tell him that I love him and that I couldn't hold on anymore because whatever I had left was slipping away to fast.
You all mean so much to me, that writing this I'm regretting not checking in with a doctor. It was to late when I finally decided and I'm sorry I was so stupid not to.
Derek, I know you've asked me millions of times, if I wanted to bite. And the answer was always the same, no. Even after you found out that I was diagnosed with insomnia my answer was still no.
As soon as the doctor told me I was sick, I thought of my mother. And how she did with this type of disease. I don't want to cheat death, when my mother couldn't. I don't want a offer that she couldn't have, you know what I mean? I'm sorry , but I just couldn't. I couldn't accept an offer she could not.
Scott, man, I'm sorry. I'll meet you at the gates in heaven, just ask for Stiles Stilinski and I'll be there for you.
We always thought it would have been you to die first, since your always doing life threatening shit, but I guess it was me. Hah ..
Fuck, I can't even hold this pencil anymore, my hand is getting cramped up. Everything's getting dizzy, I'm really struggling to see what I'm writing. The nurse just announced that you all would be coming to see me soon, but I know that your all going to be to late. Again I'm just so sorry.
My times done here, I'm breaking free, and I'm passing on. I hope this isn't the end, so I'm saying goodbye, and leaving for good. I'll meet you guys up there.. Until then..
Keep being you,
- Stiles Stilinski
P. S: We don't say this much, we probably should have but, I Love You Guys
