Stiles P.O.V

I haven’t slept yet and I have school in an hour. *closes laptop* I wish Scott would do his OWN research. I swear since he became a werewolf he became lazier than usual. *Plugs in headphones and lays down* I will at least try nap.

Fallen Angels by Black Veil Brides blared through my headphones and the last part of the song I remember hearing is:

To those who sing alone, the need to feel the sorrow,

We scream (we scream), we shout whoa,

*Knock Knock Knock*

Sheriff John: “Stiles are you awake? It’s 8:25 am. You are going to be late for school.”

Stiles: *jumps out of bed* “I’m up. Are you leaving for work?”

Sheriff John: “Yeah kiddo I am. You are going to be late if you don’t leave now. Are you even dressed?”

Stiles: “No I am not dressed. Sorry, let me get dressed then I will be on my way to school, I promise.”

The sheriff leaves his daughter to get dressed. ‘What am I going to do with her.’ John thought to himself.

I heard my dad shout “Goodbye Stiles”. When I heard the door close downstairs I ran to the bathroom and did what I do every morning. The only problem is that they must be deep to stay. My arms, thighs, and hips are covered in these scars.

Why does everyone have to ruin me? I have been bullied my whole life and this is the only way I can find relief. To feel something other than numbness.

As I cut deeper I realized there were five minutes to go before the first-period, English class, started. *Puts the razor blade down and bandages the wounds.* I have to go to school. Fuck My Life.

(Sorry this chapter is so short, the next chapter should be a little longer. Please bear with me.)

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