I had just gotten home a few hours ago when my father decided to ruin my wonderful evening full of homework and studying this book Scott managed to steal
out of Allison's house when I heard my front door slam, and heavy boots that I immediately recognized. "STILES." "What the hell are you doing?" My dad just
so happened to scream at me again for at least the tenth time throughout today. It was getting old. "I'm STUDYING dad. Leave me alone already." I managed
to yell all at once. "Don't you dare take that tone with me! When I get back you better have cleaned your goddamn room and my house better be
spotless and I don't want Scott here. You understand!" My father all but growled at me. I managed to yell an alright before I heard the front door being
slammed angrily, and the cruiser drive away. Now don't get me wrong my father's a naturally nice guy but since all these strange cases started piling in on him
he seemed alot more stressed. Which is understandable considering my dad is the sherriff and he almost always works the graveyard shift. "Hey. Is he gone?"
"Yeah Scott, he's gone." "Whew. I'm glad I didn't have to hide hanging from your windowsill the entire night. I would've gotten tired." "Shut up Scott." "Well? I
would've." He laughed. "I don't understand how you can just stand there like an idiot and just laugh." I snapped at him. "Woah dude. Calm down. What's
wrong with you?" "Oh, so just because I'm yelling at you for the first time there must be something wrong with ME huh? Don't act like you didn't hear any of
that Scott!." I yelled. "Stiles I didn't think it was any of my business to listen." He said sheepishly. I couldn't believe this. "Any of your business?" I snapped. "Stiles I don't know what's going on. You were fine earlier today. I don't know what's gotten into you." He gave me a worried face. "You don't know Scott? You truly don't know?" I asked incredulously. "Stiles. I really don't know." He said passively. "Well let me tell you. I'm tired of this. Scott. So tired." I pointed to myself, and then back to him. "I'm tired of you always using me whenever you need me and completely forgetting about me the second you no longer need me. What about me Scott? What about me? Your never here when I need you. Never! Your always out trying to eat Allison's face off or you have your head completely shoved up Allison's ass that you can't even send a simple text! You never have time for me anymore. I'm your BEST FRIEND Scott did you forget about me already!?" "Stiles I never-" "Never WHAT Scott? Never what? Have you decided that I wasn't important enough for you to care about anymore? Have you just now decided to try and see if I'M okay?" I stopped for a breath and looked around for a moment. Then I turned back to him eyes narrowed. "Well no you DIDN'T think that's your problem Scott. You never THINK. You didn't think when I was about to drown holding up a six foot two hundred forty seven pound ALPHA werewolf who's CONSTANTLY causing me bodily harm and never seems to stop trying to kill me. Or when Jackson paralyzed me and I was FORCED to watch a man get crushed to death in the mechanic shop? And Derek almost killing me in the school. Not to mention his uncle tried to make me apart of his pack before mauling Lydia half to death. I'm done with it Scott. DONE!" I sobbed out in between shuddering breaths. "Stiles I... I'm sorry..." He tried to grab me but I pushed him away. "I don't wanna hear it Scott. Just go back to Allison. You don't need me anymore." I said softly. "Stiles please?" He was trying but I wasn't having it. "NO Scott. I've been taking your shit this whole time and i'm done being the sacrificial messenger for you. Just get out Scott." "Stiles please. Talk to me." He pleaded. "I just did Scott. Go." "Please Stiles I-" I interrupted him."GO!" I roared. "I love you Stiles, And I'm so sorry." "Just go Scott." And with that he jumped out my window holding onto the windowsill, hesitating a moment before finally falling. He choked a quiet I love you before running off into the night. "Your a liar Scott. You never did. No one does." I whispered. I was tired of being lied to. I was just so tired. So I just let my body fall into my bed and I cried to myself the whole night. I finally managed to stop crying, I picked myself up, and out my mask into place, and silently let the tears fall. I looked outside my window, and I heard a howl. I felt another tear fall. And I looked away. Chest constricted. "It's my burden. I'm sorry." I murmured.