CHAPTER 1

stiles pov

It started small like most things do in life. One less phone call, one less text, small things. I continued to tell myself that nothing had changed. I wanted to believe I was special, I wanted to believe they needed me. I wanted to believe I mattered and that I had a place in the pack. The problem was, I was just lying to myself. I don't matter now just like I didn't matter before. I'm just a tool they use when they need and throw away when they don't. I thought the pack gave me a family. I think about all the hurt as I drag the blade across my skin and feel the release. The pain is the only thing in my life that feels real anymore.