AN: Just finished watching all of Teen Wolf…
…Reeeaally like it…
…Stiles, Liam and Derek are bae…
…And what does Xay do to bae?
Makes him cry. Usually self-harm and just pure angst…
Erm, first actual posted self-harm story, but I've written many before.
(Psst: I have this sad headcanon for Liam that I'm planning on writing, so if you like bae angst, stay tuned, maybe follow me?)
(also, if you like short sadness, I have a poetic thingy I wrote for Teen Wolf called Meaningless, so if you could check that out, it'll only take like two minutes, so it'd mean a lot!)
Chapter 1 - Blood
Blood
Derek's head tilted slightly. Blood? He was at Stiles' house. Why was he smelling blood?
He sniffed the air gently. Stiles… It was more than a small cut, but it didn't seem like a fatal amount.
Derek frowned and stood, pushing his chair under the table.
Scott glanced up from his homework. "What is it?"
Derek shrugged. "Not sure," he climbed the stairs quickly and followed the scent to the bathroom door.
"…Stiles?" he knocked tentatively.
Stiles gasped and bumped into something, knocking something else over. He sniffed. "D-Derek?"
Derek frowned. "What's wrong?"
Stiles sniffled again and shuffled around. "N-nothing, I'm fine," he answered in a strained voice.
Derek inclined his head and called upon his wolf hearing. Stiles was scrambling around, fumbling with small items.
Derek was pretty sure he was still bleeding.
"…Stiles, why are you bleeding?"
Stiles froze. "W-what?"
Derek sighed. "Stiles, open the door."
"W-what?! No! I'm perfectly fine, Derek!" Derek knew Stiles was lying and clearly hiding something.
Derek shrugged and body slammed the door. Stiles jumped. "D-Derek, stop!" Derek slammed the door twice more before the wood began to splinter.
"Derek, cut it out!" Stiles scrambled to his feet. Derek stepped back as Stiles angrily yanked the door open. "What?!" he asked irritatedly.
Derek's eyes scanned the smaller boy quickly. Red puffy eyes, long sleeved hoodie, hands shoved deep into the pockets and fiddling with something, body hunching over slightly.
Derek raised his eyebrows and thrust his hand forward, grabbing Stiles' wrist. Stiles cried out as Derek yanked his arm out of his pocket and pulled the sleeve down.
Derek frowned at the small, fresh cuts running down Stiles' upper arm. "What's this?"
Stiles tried to pull his arm back. "It's nothing, Derek, I swear."
Derek kept a firm grip on Stile's arm. "Who did this?"
Stiles faltered. "…S-some kid at school. He… He doesn't like me…"
Derek frowned. "You're lying."
Stiles sighed and tried to pull away. "Derek, it's not important! Let go!" his voice cracked.
Derek looked at Stiles' face. Tears began to fill his big brown eyes. "D-Derek, let g-go."
"Derek, what's going on?" Scott ran over from the stairs. Derek met Scott's eyes and raised Stiles' arm slightly. Scott slowed to a stop as he ran over. He slowly shook his head. "No, Stiles…"
Stiles sniffled and looked down, pulling his arm back. Scott sighed and stepped closer, enveloping Stiles into a hug as he tugged his sleeve back down. Stiles let out a sob and clung to Scott's shirt, weeping into his shoulder.
Scott sighed and brushed his fingers through Stiles' hair comfortingly and slowly sank to the floor. "Stiles… Why?"
Stiles sobbed. "I-I… I'm s-sorry…" Scott sighed again and began to rock back and worth. Stiles sucked in a breath. "I-I, i-it was m-my fault…!" he sobbed.
Scott frowned. "What was?"
"E-everything!" he shouted. "A-A-Allison a-and Aiden a-and—"
"Stiles," Scott interrupted softly. "That wasn't your fault, that was the Nogitsune—"
"I did it though! I felt it, I enjoyed it, Scott, I remember twisting a sword around in your stomach and enjoying it!"
Scott sighed. "Stiles, that was the Nogitsune."
"B-but I did it!" Stiles insisted brokenly. "I c-couldn't stop him, I-I deserve—"
"No!" Stiles curled up tighter at Scott's outburst. "You don't deserve this, Stiles, you were completely innocent, you were possessed by an evil fox, it wasn't your fault!" Scott insisted.
Stiles sniffled. "B-but—"
"No more but's," Scott said, rubbing Stiles' back soothingly. "You're gonna stop, okay? If you ever get upset, just come to me, okay?"
Stiles nodded numbly. He blinked away the last of his tears and pulled away from Scott slightly.
Scott smiled and gently took Stiles' hands in his own. "Now let's get you fixed up.
The corners of Stiles' lips turned upward a tiny bit. "O-okay," he whispered.
AN: Soooo first part. Please review if you liked it, it'll help me get the next part done faster. I have a bit already, just wanted to post this…
So please review, tell me what you think, tell me what you liked, tell me what you hated, inform me of typos, etc.
XD
Until next time!
(PS the next part is all about Derek not getting it; the real reason this fanfic was created XD)
ttyl ;- ]