Hey everyone! This is my very first fanfic published on here. I'd love some feedback! This is the first time I've written in this POV in a long while, so it'll take a bit of time getting used to it again. This story is mostly from my OC Amelias POV and Stiles POV, but also contains many others POV! I'm still getting a feel for the characters personalities, so if Stiles and Scott seem a bit OOC, don't worry, that's change soon. I hope you enjoy what I have so far! I know this chapter is really short, but it's just a starter! The other chapters will surely be longer. If anyone is interested, the model used as Amelia in the cover image is Susan Coffey. :3

~xoxo, Elysian

~~~Amelia~~~

Trust family, Amelia. Family above all else. Everyone else in this world could betray you, but we never would.

Nothing else matters but family.

What a joke. A terrible, nasty, lie. You can only trust yourself. Only believe in yourself, and even then, honesty is never one hundred percent. Believe in the honesty you give yourself, and trust no one else. If you do, you're a fool. I though my mother was right, when she told me that. To believe in family. After all we had been through, I wanted to believe in her. The strength she showed. How she even managed to smile. I wanted to be just like her. I wanted to be brave.

But in the end, she left me alone. Her and my father both. Murder suicide. Daddy flew off the rails and shot mommy and then himself. I remember it perfectly, though I didn't exactly see it.

I was coming home from a party. I had an uneasy feeling in my stomach the whole time, so I left early. I was walking up the path to the front steps when I heard it.

Bang, bang.

Just like that. No other sounds after. I ran inside, breaking one of my heels and twisting my ankle. And I saw them there on the floor. For what seemed like the longest moment, I could only stare. And after that, I called 911.

And now here I am. After a month of staying in a teen homeless shelter, I'm heading to some no where town to live with my grandparents. The train is crowded and it smells like soup. I hate it. I hate a lot of things. I see people walk past me, or sit by me, and they laugh and smile and I wonder about them. I wonder if they're pretending. Wearing a happy mask and pressing all their negative emotions down. My mom taught me that. She said that was the only way we could survive without drowning. Keep a smile on your face a brave words in your mouth and you'll be someones hero.

No one is a hero.

~~~Stiles~~~

Everything's crazy now, but at the same time, it's kind of settled down. Does that make sense? No, probably not. Allisons come back to her senses. Jackson is alive and well, not evil. Everyone seemed to have gained something. Closure, a new beginning, I don't know. And I'm just still me. Stiles. Human Stiles. But, if anything, I kind of feel like it's my job to hold everyone together. Even a little bit. So I guess that's what I'll continue to do.

At school it's harder to pretend you don't know anything. How are we supposed to explain Jackson suddenly being alive after what happened at the game? I envy the people who don't know about this stuff. It's like they're still innocent. I was innocent once. We all were.

"Stiles! Stiles"

I snapped out of my daze and look at Scott as he walks beside me. He's looking on ahead, towards my neighbours house. It's currently after school hours and we were going to my place for some hopefully normal hang out time. Call of Duty time. But we were both distracted by my neighbour getting out of his car with a young girl. She was my age, I was guessing. Dark red hair and pale skin. She looked right at me and I froze up. The old man looked over to see what had captured her curiosity, and he smiled, taking her hand and bring her over to Scott and I. She didn't look like she enjoyed that...being dragged around.

"Stiles, I'm glad I caught you," the old man said. I couldn't for the life of me remember what he name was, and he had been my neighbour for as long as I could remember.

"Hi," I greeted him, after clearing my throat. The red head rolled her eyes, looking impatient.

"This is my granddaughter, Amelia. She's going to be starting at your school tomorrow, and I was wondering, if it's not too much trouble, you could help her out?" my neighbour said.

Amelia looked at me then, a dazzling smile suddenly on her face as she held her hand out for me to shake it.

"Call me Mia," she insisted.

I took her hand fast, too fast, and shook it.

"Stiles. And this is Scott," I introduced us both quickly.

"What brings you to Beacon Falls?" I asked her.

And in the moment, a shadow seemed to cast over her and she went back to being as cold as she was a moment ago.

'Family troubles," was all she said before turning on her heel and heading towards her new home.

~~~Amelia~~~

A long, quiet drive and awkward introduction to the neighbour later, I was finally inside the house. I wished I could hide in here forever. But no one could do that. I made my way up to the room my grandfather said was mine. Pushing open the door, I looked around. It was fair sized, with plain white walls. The curtains and bedding we pale blue. I flopped down onto my bed, taking everything in once again. The reality of my situation. I was close enough to over it. I refused to cry. I refused to show anything other than happiness of anger. Those were easier to deal with. I rolled onto my back and stared at the ceiling. I could hear a clock ticking faintly from the hallway.

Tick, tock.

Time had moved slower since that day. Always. No matter what I was doing. In some cases, this was good. In others, bad. With a sigh, I stood up, about to go get my things from downstairs when I noticed that my bedroom window was open. I went to close it and noticed that directly across from my bedroom window was his. Stiles, the neighbour I had met. I don't know if he saw me standing there, but I shut my window and moved fast. I hope he hadn't seen me, just standing there peering into his window like some kind of creep.

I hurried out of my room and down the stairs to the front hall, beginning to carry my bags upstairs.

~~~Stiles~~~

"How am I suppose to go about my business in my room knowing that there's a girls room across the way? What if I forget to close the curtain or something?" I babbled.

Scott wasn't paying much attention as he continued to play the game, all his focus on the TV.

"You mean, what if she sees something through your window that she can never unsee?" he asked.

I gave him an exasperated look.

"Yeah, something like that," I mumbled before peeking out my window again. She had closed her window, but not the curtains. I could see her packing away her things.

"Dude, you're being creepy," I heard Scott say.

I turned to look at him and he was giving me a perplexed expression, his eyebrow raised.

"Sorry, sorry! Right, the game!" I said quickly, sitting down beside him and picking up my controller.

I tried not to let the idea of the red head across the way distract me.