Stiles ran down the stairs as fast as he normally would and ran to the front of his house, snatching the mail from the mailbox.
Earlier that week his dad took him to the family doctor Deaton to get tested for depression. That wouldn't have happened if he remembered to pull his sleeves down.
He sat on his bed later breathing deeply to calm himself before he opened up his letter.
He slowly read the results...Dysthymia (Chronic depression).
Oh great he's losing Scott to Allison, Lydia to everyone else, his dad to work, and Derek to...well he never had Derek, now depression.
He fell face first into his pillow dizzy with self-loathing thoughts.
It all started with the death of his mother who died in a terrible car accident. It was dark out, the brakes failed and she ran front first into the back of a tow truck, slicing her head clean from her body...
Will this pain ever end?...
Honestly ADHD doesn't guarantee happiness and an upbeat and fast paced lifestyle. Its very frustrating to Stiles, wanting/needing to shut his mouth during a pack meeting but hey, getting slammed into a wall by your crush isn't as bad as cutting and passing out with the possibility of death.
No one has heard from Stiles all month, he doesn't speak, go to pack meetings, and slips carefully out of class. No one noticed, except for one Alpha werewolf.
Stiles got home showered, ate a sammich, then received a text from Derek. Thinking its just another pack meeting he ignores it and proceeds to make a late dinner for his dad. As he was putting in his Anberlin CD he received a call from Derek which he ignored.
At around 1 the next day Scott slammed him into his locker yelling at him to go see Derek so his balls won't be chopped off.
Stiles wondered why Derek needed to contact him like this, he sent whatever research he dug up through fax.
Going straight onto Dereks porch and into his house without knocking... because he wants you... not the other way...well, Stiles wants him in another way-
As the door swings open he comes face to face with a growling Alpha who immediately slams him into a charred wall (ok 2nd time today)..."Um hi?...so what's up?" His mind and heart reeling, fear and a twinge of annoyance wafting off him. Derek breathes into his neck and growls "Stiles...what's up?...what's up with you? You smell like...like medication."..."Well of course its my Aderall! Stop sniffi-"..."Shut up!" The Alpha screamed..."You know it smells different...what's happened to you?"..."Nothing okay"..."Quit lying"...
With a loud sigh Stiles looked down and mumbled low enough for a human not to hear but a werewolf to catch..."I'm depressed therefore I take medication..."
