Bronze

"So how are things at school?" Stiles smiled at the softness the former alpha's voice took and leaned against his bed's headboard with a smile on his face. "Are any of those shitheads messing with you anymore?"

"Nah they all got scared off from the last time." He said sighing as he drifted off to the last time he had a meltdown at school and began to blush. Bending down he reached under his bed and pulled out a pair of slippers noticeably a pair covered in black bunnies and slipped them on shrugging his shoulders. "Not like I care anyway everyone is still..." He stopped talking for a moment not knowing how to word what he was trying to say. "...scared of me?"

On the other end of the phone he could hear a muffled curse and instantly berated himself. It's not like he wanted to keep what was going on in beacon hills a secret from the sourwolf and his currently closest friend and he sure as hell didn't want to lie to him. After all it was no secret that he tended to be a god awful liar he just didn't want Derek to start worrying about him and the pack. From what he had heard things weren't the best in Mexico and he didn't want to make the man have to handle to much stress.

The teen bit his lip and sucked on it. He would just have to deal with his issues for now and push them under the rug. Within seconds of his inner monologue Derek had gotten back on the phone with loud noises that sounded eerily familiar to a car crash and apologized for leaving him on the line.

"It's fine Derek." Stiles reassured him with a small smile on his face. "It's not like I have anything better to do besides rewatch Jessica Jones again."

"You still haven't gotten over the limited amount of episodes huh." The wolf huffed his amusement evident with his voice with a small laugh leaving his lips.

Stiles hissed and stomped his foot lightly since his dad was sleeping from a long day at work and it was only two in the morning. He huffed annoyed by the man's comment and found himself frowning at his laughter.

"Hey!" He said putting a hand on his hip. "Krysten Ritter deserve more recognition for her work!"

"Is that so." Derek said and Stiles could have sworn he could feel the soft comforting heat of his voice on his neck. "Or do you just think she's attractive."

"Not really you know I dig redheads. Though I can't help but love a woman who can take me down a few notches if you know what I mean..." He said licking his lips unintentionally.

He could hear Derek small laughter become hysterical on the other line and he felt his heart sore. It was good to hear him laugh after being alone for so long and he caused it to happen. Humming he savored the warm feeling in his chest and allowed himself to let it tingle throughout his body before drifting out of his mind and back into consciousness.

Burning he walked over to his desk and sat down listening to the older man describe his day at work having recently gotten a job at a local tattoo shop and was now one of it's best artists. Nothing fascinated the human more then hearing how different their life's had become and how much has changed. Deep down it hurt him to know that even Derek had left him to crawl in the dark but he pushed this down and locked it deep within his heart not allowing to to even be acknowledged.

"I gotta go Stiles." Derek said and the boy instantly felt himself frown and clamp up. The man had slight regret in his voice and he felt his heart drop.

"No problem." He chewed on his bottom lip looking at his alarm clock. It was four seventeen they had been talking longer than usual. "Nighty night Sourwolf."

When the line went dead Stiles let out a small giggle and held his head in his hands. He felt as if he had been lifted out of the darkness and shown the light only to be stabbed in the throat and forced to crawl back down. He wasn't wrong since he had to got to school sometime that week and the wolves would surely come for him.

Let them come, A voice whispered in the back of his minds nearly passing by unnoticed until he felt a hand cover his mouth and caress it. Let them come and face what they've forced you to become.

Bronze

Waking up that morning was like hell. Stiles could barely move a inch of his body without feeling as if he had to vomit and he shuttered with each wave of nausea. Looking over to his desk that lay a few feet away his eyes landed on his vibrating alarm clock and flinched. The noise was echoing throughout his skull and it made him nearly seize in pain. Gritting his teeth her closed his eyes and took in a deep breath before sitting up in his covers.

"Ngh shit." He said licking his now cracked and bleeding lips unable to contain his shock at how wrecked he had become. Flexing his toes he inched over to the edge of the bed and sat his feet down onto the carpet.

With each step he took the less pain cane with it and by the by time he made it to his alarm clock he just felt worn out. Yawning he scratched his arm and grabbed a brush from the back of his desk and began the long trek of getting himself ready for school. It wasn't that the teen didn't like school hell he actually looked forward to it sometimes it was just that it was annoying when he couldn't walk down the halls before being pointed at.

Being told that he belonged in a insane asylum whenever he woke up from a nightmare in class. Left to sit alone in the bathroom stall when the pack ignored him occasionally joined by Malia with the former coyote complaining that she preferred his cooking then the slop they got at school. He didn't know if he could go threw another day of doing that again at least not right now.

Should he skip? The idea sounded extremely good right now and he found himself about to go back to bed. However he knew eventually his father would at least begin to suspect something and he didn't want to face that argument. Sighing he made his way into the bathroom and turned on the light.

His voice caught in his throat as his eyes met with the mirror. Immediately his hands began to over the scars on his body, on his throat, on his wrists and the urge to vomit grew. Never in his mind would he imagine he would end up doing such a thing to himself.

"No." Stiles said his throat dry. "I didn't do this. I wouldn't do this."

He choked up and began to breath heavily reaching blindly for the shower curtain. Grabbing onto it he yanked it down not caring that it nearly fell off of the bar and turned the knobs on high allowing water to fill the tub. A shaky breath left his body and he dug his nails into his arms.

He looked down and noticed how they where jagged and nearly bleeding from the top. Disgust filled his senses and he held his breath to keep from heaving. Stepping into the bathtub he sunk down to the bottom ignoring the pain that struck his body as the hot soapy water entered his wounds and laid his head against the marble wall behind him. The cold was a gift to him in contrast to heat pulsing through his body and he let out a gasp.

The water came up to his chin before he turned the knobs to a stop and floated on the top of the bone chilling liquid. It massaged his body and he felt the kinks and soreness in his limbs loosen into nothingness. Satisfied he allowed himself to sink to the bottom and closed his eyes taking in the sweet smell of the perfumed body wash and bubble bath surrounding him. He felt himself start to drift off to sleep and yawned closing his eyes as they began to grow heavy.

Making sure not to slip entirely under the water Stiles relaxed with his body going lax and fell into the peaceful land of his dreams. His hearing became muddled as some water passed them and his hands uncurled. In the back of his mind he could hear the soft lullabies his mother used to sing to him when he was a child. He didn't really think much of it and fell into the bask of peace surrounding him with a soft smile.

Sleep Stiles. He moaned feeling someone grab onto his chin and lift it up. Sleep and forget everything you could ever know.

His eyes flew open and he gasped coming up from the water gasping for air. Water came spilling out his lungs as he leaned over the side of the marvel bathtub and vomited out the water and soap that had filled his body until he felt as if he were going to cough up his lungs. Panting he held onto the edge with eyes wide in a mix of fear and shock.

Everything had gone black and next thing he knew he was drowning in a bathtub. A bathtub. He felt the urge to laugh at the situation and started to only for his hoarse laughter to turn into wet sobs. Holding himself he looked down at the soaked floor with his thoughts spinning in panic. He looked up at the clock at the wall and and cursed at the sight of the clock.

Nine twenty, god he had not only missed free breakfast at school but his dad leaving. He let his head fall to the ground and shuttered before grinning at himself miserably.

"Well." He said coughing into his arm. "At least I have a excuse for not going to school."