I don't know where this story will go but I am going to take it slow and really let Stiles and Derek's relationship develop rather than rush things. Enjoy!
"You know every day I saw her lying in that hospital slowly dying, and I thought how the hell am I supposed to raise this stupid kid on my own. This hyperactive little bastard who keeps ruining my life. It's you. It's you Stiles. You killed your mother. You hear me? You killed her. And now you are killing me."
Stiles knew this was fake, that it was his worst fear, that it never happened, but when he woke from yet another dream where his father said this to him, he broke down.
Tears streaming down his pale cheeks and onto the softness of his pillowcase, his heart clenching in pain as the words he said to himself haunted him in his dreams, or should he rather say nightmares. He turned on his side toward his bedside table and stared at the picture of his mother that had sat there since he returned from her funeral.
She was beautiful, strong, and supportive. She kept Stiles in check and even though he used to get angry with her and say things that he now regrets, Stiles misses her like crazy and there isn't a day that goes by that his heart doesn't hurt now that she is gone.
He misses the food she cooked, the way she smelled, the crazy giggles she got when his father did something romantic. He even missed the way she nagged at him to clean his room or brush his teeth, or how she reminded him a million times to grab a jacket before he left the house.
Stiles loved his father, and the man had done a wonderful job taking care of him after his mother had passed, but both son and father were empty inside. Cold and broken, lacking the comfort of the woman that both of them relied on for part of their lives.
Stiles couldn't count how many times he sat outside his parent's bedroom listening to his father pray as his mother sat, dying, in the hospital. His father would completely break down, yelling at God to not take away the one woman he had ever loved. Stiles had sat there too, praying silently that God would answer his father's prayers. Sadly prayers were not answered and his mother had passed away.
When his mother was gone, things changed, drastically.
Stiles was just little when he lost his mother, so when his father started drowning himself in work, Stiles was accompanied by a babysitter.
Mrs. Lane was very old and very mean. She would yell, she would curse, she would scold and Stiles would cry, she was nothing like the boy's mother. He would cry all day until his father returned from work. It was after about the tenth time Mrs. Lane had smacked him, he snapped.
Stiles packed a backpack, grabbed a jacket and his mother's picture and he fled.
The boy ran to the park a few miles away. Slept in the slide, cold and hungry but he refused to return to his house. He just pulled his coat tighter around his body and tried to fall asleep, crying when he heard howling, scared of what could come after him as he slept in the cold plastic of the slide.
That slide was where Stiles met Scott McCall.
It was the next morning that Scott came bumbling down the slide and crashed straight into a sleeping Stiles.
"Why are you sleeping in a slide," he had asked the boy who clung to the picture of his mother, tears in his eyes. "My mom died and my dad left me with a witch," Stiles mumbled, as the two sat in the slide, Scott's mother calling for him. "You should stay with me. My mom is nice," Scott replied with a toothy grin, pushing Stiles to slide down the rest of the slide and meet his mother.
Nodding, Stiles followed behind Scott until he was face to face with a smiling woman. "Mom can this boy stay with us. He doesn't have a mom," Scott asked and his mother, Melissa, lost her smile. "Where is your father," she asked Stiles, as the boy shuffled his feet in the sawdust, refusing to look up at the woman knowing she would send him back to his house and to Mrs. Lane.
"My dad is the sheriff," he replied, his voice mumbled and barely audible. "He is never home."
Melissa had taken them to her house where Scott and Stiles got ice cream and played with his hot wheels for a few hours before Stiles' father was there to pick him up.
"Stiles Stilinski you scared me half to death. Mrs. Lane said that you ran away and I have been looking for you all night," the sheriff scolded the boy as Stiles sat there, tears threatening to slip from his eyes.
"Sheriff can I talk to you in the kitchen," Melissa had asked, as she ushered Scott and Stiles up to Scott's bedroom.
"Do you want to be friends," Stiles asked as the two boys sat at the end of Scott's bed, neither of them really wanting to play, instead sat there wondering what their parents were talking about.
Stiles had never had any friends before, choosing to stay by himself, but Scott had helped him and Stiles knew that he would be a good friend. "Sure," Scott replied with a smile and then offering to let Stiles borrow his favorite baseball to play catch with his dad.
It was minutes later when his father called the boys downstairs and took Stiles home, where he told his son that on Melissa's days off she would watch him and that Mrs. Lane will be let off and Stiles' father would find a better babysitter.
"Scott let me borrow his ball. Let's play catch when we get home," Stiles suggested as he walked toward his father's car. "Sure buddy," the sheriff replied, draping his arm around his son and smiling down at the boy, wanting his son to know that he was his father and that he was there for him.
With a smile Stiles left Scott's house, finally thinking that life might be getting better.
So Scott and Stiles became best friends, and Stiles was more than grateful to have someone distract him from the pain of losing his mother.
It was when third grade came around that Stiles met Lydia Martin. To this day he doesn't think she remembers their first meeting, but he could never forget.
He had been sitting at his desk when she walked in, her red hair pinned back with a flower barrette and she was wearing a pink dress and white stockings. Stiles instantly fell in love, thinking she was the most beautiful girl he had ever seen.
She had stood there in the doorway scanning the room. Leaving his desk, Stiles walked up to her, butterflies fluttering in his stomach. "You can sit by me if you want," Stiles said with a huge smile as she blushed and played with the flower in her hair. Shyly she nodded and sat down next to him.
"I'm Lydia," she said quietly extending her small hand, Stiles not hesitating to take it and shake it softly.
"Stiles Stilinski," he replied happily.
"You have a funny name," she giggled and Stiles just shrugged his shoulders. They then started debating which was better: Hey Arnold vs. Rugrats. Stiles gave up and let Rugrats win because he wanted to please the girl.
Lydia sat by him three days after that before she met Jackson. As though Stiles never existed, she never said another word to him until they were in high school. She had met the man of her dreams and Stiles just watched from afar as he lost yet another girl in his life.
Stiles instead focused on his studies. Studying every night after he left Scott's house, he struggled with his ADHD, but Stiles managed to get A's in all his classes.
Though he was still looked at as stupid for the random things to fly out of his mouth. He couldn't help that his mouth had no filter, it was just something people got used to, rolling their eyes when Stiles would make a remark.
When Scott was turned, Stiles was all but excited. He always dreamed of adventures like this, supernatural things actually being real.
When Stiles met Allison he knew that his life was about to change again, and he was right. Scott spent less time playing video games with him and more time with Allison.
Stiles knew the time where he would be alone again was going to come at some point in his life, so when he spent a whole week without hearing from Scott he took it well. He busied himself with homework and reading, and waited to hear from Scott again.
Stiles was losing another person in his life, but he wasn't going to show the sadness he felt inside.
Instead he picked up his backpack the next morning, went to school with a smile, and made another stupid remark that people rolled their eyes at and ignored.
Nobody tried to understand Stiles, they just brushed him off as a nuisance. That was until Derek Hale found him in the cemetery and he somehow found someone who was like him.
Someone who was broken and alone.
Sorry this was really short, I just wanted to maybe show how alone Stiles feels before I really start the story of him finding someone he can find comfort in. I hope you enjoyed!