WHAT'S YOUR HIGH?: BY MARIEBRIE2000
I wake up in an alley. The sun is peaking out through the clouds and the bright rays burn my eyes. I fix my perfect strawberry blond hair only to find puke in it. I need to find out what time it is. My phone. Oh my god, where is it? I check every pocket and I can't find it. l try to get up to search for it. My legs feel like jello. My head hurts. I think I might have a hangover. Finally I steady myself so that I can move.I hear something ring and I run toward the sound. In a pile of old boxes my phone lies on the ground. Damn I'm lucky, I think to myself. I look at the caller ID and it says a familiar name. Matt.
Matt is my drug dealer. I wonder why the hell he is calling me. But I need a ride home so I answer.
"Hey Matt." I say into the phone.
"Hey sweetheart. I heard that you got hit hard on the new stuff I hooked you up with," He says in a voice that pisses me off. "need a ride?"
"Yeah, that would be helpful, dumbass." I say with sass.
"Okay, gosh girl, you're going to hurt my feelings." He says dramatically.
"Just get your ass over here. I need to make it home before my mom sees I'm gone." I say seriously. "Do you even know where I am?"
"I have an idea." He says hopefully.
"Well that idea better be correct." I say back angry.
"Be there soon sweetheart."
"Stop calling me that." I say as I hang up.
I look at the sky, then I scream at it. I hope that the whole world feels my anger. It's the drugs, I know that much. But I can't let go. They distract me from my crappy life. I may have two rich parents who will give me everything that I could possibly want, but it's too much. They expect me to be a genius in school who will win awards and bring home more money. They are just greedy. The drugs change everything. They make me happy. They make me see things I would normally never see. They help with self acceptance. That might be what I need. But for now I'm sticking with the drugs.
I realize that I have been pacing around in circles for the last 10 minutes thinking about this stuff. I start to get really impatient. I start yanking at my hair because it's a coping relief for me. Finally, after 3 more minutes I see Matt's car. A crappy red, bouncing car with green weed prints on dice hanging from the mirror. I flip him off as he stops the car to let me in. I jump in.
"Well that wasn't very nice." He says.
"I'm sorry for being a little pissed off that you took so long, lets go I have to make it home before my mom-,"
"sees I'm gone." He says finishing my sentence. "I know."
"Okay then." I say in response.
We start driving and I look at myself in the mirror. I fix my strawberry blond hair to make it look decent. I grab a lipstick and apply it. I don't remember anything from the night before. I'm definitely getting that drug again.
I open my eyes. The sun shines through my window. Such a sickening orange color. The air smells like plastic. Oh yeah, I wrapped plastic around one of my victims. Where are they now? Oh yeah, the closet. Probably passed out. I hope I locked my weapons box. Don't need them trying to get out.
I get up out of my bed. I look at my plaid comforter. I then walk over to my bed to make it nicely. I fold every corner perfectly. I smooth out it. It looks absolutely marvelous. I should take up bed making. Hmm... bed making. I'm not even sure if that is a job. Whatever.
I walk along my carpeted floor heading toward my bathroom. My room is neat. My walls are blue. Such a nice shade of blue. I open up the door to my bathroom and head in.
The air smells fresh. I cleaned up all the blood with bleach so that it wouldn't stain. I walk to the mirror and look at my reflection. I reflect about myself.
This is me. I feel happy when I torture others. It gives me a certain type of joy. So does puppies. They're so cuddly and cute. But I, Stiles Stilinski will go to school happy. I will find a beautiful girl, and I will murder her. Brutally.
I then go into my room to find something to wear. I don't feel like going into my closet because that stupid girl. Why did she fall into my trap? I wonder. I go to my dresser and grab a grey hoodie and a normal pair of denim jeans. I think I look good in this.
I head towards my mirror and grab my hair brush. I brush my hair up in the front because women find it attractive. I need to trick another girl. I think I might go for a girl with strawberry blond hair. I haven't had any of them yet surprisingly. I finish with my hair and put away my supplies.
It's time to go to school now.
Hi everyone! I haven't been on here for a while and I have been thinking about this plot for a while now. I just wanted to do a type of dark!stiles who is psychotic and have him fall for Lydia in a dangerous way, while Lydia drags him into her life of drugs and rebellion. I hope you guys stick around for the rest!
Disclaimer: I don't own any part of teen wolf or the characters, all rights go to their owners.