In too deep, can't think about giving it up. But I never knew love, would feel like a heart attack. –Trey Songz
Smeared black ink dripped down my wrist, it stung my healing cuts. Sniffling I rubbed the tears that dripped down the curve of my nose. My stomach ached, I gagged trying to catch my breath but the pain continued to circle around my heart. It was just one of those days that a girl goes through, I was diagnosed with anxiety and depression. It all started when I was twelve years old, my father was a professor at a college and I was just getting out of detention. The rain splattered against my face while I saw something moving in the backseat of my dad's car.
I guess you can sort of figure out what that meant. He was messing around my mom's back with a student, that's right a student. Nobody knew about this except me and my dad. When he returned home at midnight I confronted him telling him what I saw. He begged for me not to tell my mother and I said I wouldn't if he ended it with that girl. But he didn't he continued doing it until my mother caught them in their bed one afternoon. They immediately got a divorce and he just let my mother have full custody of us not even fighting for me or Scott.
Scott didn't take it as hard as I did, he eventually got over it…I guess. As a freshmen my year wasn't exactly the best year, well it was fun for me. I was a troubled teen, I sold weed on school property, I cussed at my teachers, I used to run track last year and my gym teacher grabbed my ass so I broke his nose, I also brought snakes to school and let them run loose in the parking lot. I just did bad shit because it made me feel better, I don't even know why but it just did.
Mom sent me off to London to live with my aunt Marie. Things just got worse from there; I met this boy named Johnny. He only wanted me for sex; he got me hooked on drugs. That one night…I…he…raped me. Aunt Marie took me out of private school and enrolled me into rehab. Now I'm eight months clean from drugs, thankfully I'm back in town and I'm loving my sophomore year.
Sitting up on my bed I felt my head getting heavy. Shuffling my feet I walked into my bathroom to get me some pills for my aching headache. After looking around my room I noticed my bedroom told a story about me. I'm lost in a world where I'm begging for someone to find me, it's easy for me to brush everybody off because I'm used to doing it. Yes, I'm eight months clean from drugs and yes I smile and laugh all the time now but I'm not hundred percent happy…I'm not sure how to just pick myself up from being depressed to being happy. The pills I take help me remain happy, that's why I always pop three in the morning before school since…I have a bit of a temper.
My room consisted of many things, I decided to take the smaller bedroom and let mom and Scott have the big bedroom. Something about a cramped bedroom makes me feel at home, I never made my bed because I said I would always come right back to it when I get home from school which is hundred percent true. A record that consisted of Michael Jackson's music was tapped to my wall; my grandmother gave me this three months before she died. Since I was into photography, vintage clothing, and modeling my walls were tapped with pictures I have taken or pictures that I've printed over the internet but most of them are from my Polaroid camera.
I could honestly talk about my room for hours if I wanted to but now I'm starting to get bored. Sighing I checked my iPhone to see that Stiles texted me over two hours ago. He wanted me to come down to hospital to see Lydia again. Sometimes I hated her, did she really look better than me? Shaking those thoughts from my mind I stood up from my bed my headache now gone as I stared at my outfit in the mirror.
Biting my lip I didn't really want to change out of my PJ'S. My dr. pepper pajamas were so comfy; on top of that I had a one direction crew neck sweater on. I searched through my dresser to find me a black beanie to place over my curly long black hair. Grabbing my favorite bag that hung low on my shoulder I was out the door looking for the bus to take me to the hospital.
When I reached the hospital I saw my mother behind the desk talking to the other nurses so I snuck in. Stiles was stretched out on the couch his mouth open as he slept, he had a balloon for the girl too.
Ignoring the ache I walked up to him and stared at his beauty marks that lay against his face perfectly. His long eyelashes lay flash against his cheeks, his bright pink lips poked out as he slept peacefully on the hard looking chair, and last but not least his nose curved up perfectly. Everything about Stiles was just beautiful to me, but don't tell anyone I told you that okay?
"Just like that…you first. Me first? You're dirty!" Stiles mumbled in his sleep, I rolled my eyes at him moving closer to him.
Leaning over his face I blew on his face trying to wake him up. He lifted his hand up to smack his face, his eyes snapped open and he shoved himself back into the seat and then fell to the floor. Smirking I stared down at the adorable boy, "Good morning sleeping beauty."
Stile yawned as he stretched on the floor, "Wait…is it really morning?"
Shaking my head I looked down at my phone, "No. its two minutes away from midnight buddy of mine."
Stiles held his hand out for me to help him up; he towered over me leaving me down towards the floor at 5'2. His copper eyes stared down at my dark brown eyes that I inherited from Scott; he smiled at me making butterflies fly around in my tummy.
Clapping my hands I looked around the waiting area and turned my gaze back to Stiles. "So, who's hungry?"
We raced each other down hallway to the vending machine. I placed my fifty cents into the vending machine; I hummed a small tune as my big bag of cheetos fall down into the slot. Grabbing my cheetos I smiled happily as I opened my bag. My back rest against the wall as I watched Stiles place his change into the machine. He was getting a Reesces pieces but it got stuck, I busted out laughing almost choking on my food.
Stiles pressed his body to the machine trying to lift the machine up, but the candy still remained there. Stiles groaned, he placed his hands on top of the machine shaking it violently. The machine crashed to the floor, my eyes remained wide as I stared at the broken machine now.
I leaned down to pick up the candy and handed it to him.
"Nice job," I smiled at him.
Stiles grinned happily, I picked up the rest of the candy and we both took off running before someone could catch us. We laughed a little bit once we got to the waiting room, a loud scream echoed throughout the walls as we rushed into the room after my mom, Mr. Stilinski, and Mr. Martin.
Stiles moved into the bathroom first to push the bathtub curtain back. He looked back at me then at his dad not saying anything. Where the hell did Lydia go? Mr. Stilinski decided to ask us questions about where Lydia could have went. I didn't even socialize with the girl like that, whenever she was around when I was with Allison we would have short conversations nothing too interesting…she would always ask me about my clothing since she liked some of the pieces I wore.
"Honestly…Mr. Stilinski I really don't know where a girl would go during the middle of night. Lydia is different from me, if I were her I would probably go looking for a nice male to you know…take me out to dinner because I love food." I replied trying to keep his attention on me, Stiles was pacing the hallways with his phone in his hands. I know he was texting Scott. His phone vibrated in his hand and I stood up after Stiles finished reading over the message.
"Uh…dad? I'm going to drop Vanity off home; we do have school tomorrow you know?" Stiles stated to his father with his arm slung over my tiny shoulders.
Mr. Stilinski sighed, "Yeah, you kids should get home. Drive safe son, goodnight Vanity."
We said our goodnights, I kissed my mom's forehead on my way out as we raised outside to Stile's jeep. Scott was already in the passenger seat, I got into the back seat as Stiles revived his engine. Stiles handed over a bloody hospital gown to Scott to pick up Lydia's scent. Allison placed her hands on the window causing for Stiles to and Scott to slightly jump.
"Allison, what are you doing out here?" Scott asked her.
Allison stared at Scott, "I can't let you guys go look for Lydia by yourselves. She's my best friend too you know."
Never said she was mine. Scott let Allison in the back of the jeep next to me, we embraced in a hug greeted each other. The woods were creepy at night, it was if you could get lost if you take your eyes off the path you were traveling. If you were to die in these woods, nobody would find you until a day later…that's how deep these woods were.
The cold wind surrounded my body as I pushed myself harder to walk after Scott and Stiles. Allison was right by me holding her arms to her body to keep herself warm. We stopped in the middle of nowhere while Stiles looked around in the dirt to see any sign of Lydia's things.
"Um…hello are you going to help or just stand there?" Stiles asked.
"I would but I don't know exactly what I'm supposed to be looking for." I replied holding my hands out to emphasize what I was saying.
Scott cleared his throat, "Something that Lydia could possibly have on her. Like a necklace, shoes, her hair."
Giving him a look I answered, "How can I see a strawberry blonde hair strand when it's dark as hell out here? You're the one who's a wolf, so I'm sure your eyes are better than any of ours."
Allison stared at Scott, Scott looked around the dirt not saying anything. He sniffed the air holding his arm out to stop everyone from moving, "Go hide!" He whispered to us three.
Crossing my arms I answered, "I'm not leaving you by yourself."
Scott stared at me, "Vanity, I'm not playing go!"
Scott grabbed my arm pulling me and Allison behind a tree. Scott continued walking a tree snapping underneath his weight. He stopped walking once his body was pulled upside down. Chris, Allison's father appeared out of the dark staring at Scott.
He sighed, "Scott…really?"
Scott smiled at him, "Hello, Mr. Argent."
Mr. Argent leaned close to Scott, "You're lucky I'm even letting you go. But next time you won't be as lucky."
He left his demons walking after him, the whole time my nails were digging into the palm of my hand. I get he was upset that his daughter was dating his daughter (so he thinks) but he really needs to get a grip.
"Let's see if we can get you out of there." Stiles replied untying the rope with the help of Allison.
I just watched my brother with a smirk on his face, his clawed himself down. Allison and Stiles turned to stare at Scott who just simply smiled at them.
Later the next night, I was helping Mr. Stilinski and the other people on the team learn how to track people on a computer. Uncle Jim worked for the government so he knew how to hack into thinks and he taught me a little something. Usually it was easy for me to track people, but for Lydia it was quite hard. Maybe it had to do with the fact that she was bitten by an old alpha? Maybe.
Stiles were standing not too far in front of me talking with his dad about something until I saw something move out of the woods. Frowning I turned my head back to my computer, I was beyond tired and I was probably seeing things…my meds said that was one of the side effects.
"Lydia! Lydia?" Stile's voice broke me from my search on the shitty computer the police department had.
My gaze fell to stare up at a naked Lydia who was hiding her breast from everyone.
"Jesus!" I mumbled.
Lydia obviously looked as if she was uncomfortable as she swallowed, "Well…is anyone going to give me a jacket?"
Stiles stared at Lydia's body as if he never saw a naked girl before. It bothered me that he was so intrigued by her body, was her body really on point? Shaking my thoughts I shoved past Stiles and handed her a trench coat. I pulled mine off blocking her from everyone else, she slipped the jacket on.
"T-Thanks," She offered a smile at me.
Nodding I said nothing as I walked away from her, as I walked by Stiles I smacked his mouth closed as he continued to stare at Lydia. Lydia followed after me, the paramedics checking her out to make sure she was alright.
I was getting tired of sitting here and my bed was calling me.
"Vanity!" Stiles called from his sitting position next to Lydia.
Turning to look at him I waited for whatever he had to say.
"I'll see you in school tomorrow?" He asked me his eyes flicking over to Lydia then back to me.
Lydia watched me too but I just nodded turning to walk back up the street to my house. He looked so happy to have her back; I mean yeah he had a crush on her but wow. It hurts to see someone you love…love someone else.