Okay so I was reading this one story on AO3 and it's called Where the Wild Things Are and it's a Scallison where Peter came out of the coma earlier so I got really energetic and slightly destructive and the result was me texting this to my friend Tris was like, "Why did you do this to me!" So I figured it would be a good idea to post it even if it's pathetically short.
"We've never been children!" His fist slammed into the table as his eyes bore into the teacher at the front of the classroom. "That right was snatched away from us! And worse?! No one fucking understands!" The teacher seemed shocked, horrified, at her student's sudden outburst.
"They think we've just gone of the tracks and you know what!? Maybe they're right! Maybe we're all just a bunch of loopy social outcasts!"
Next to him, another student, Isaac who's face was a mask of fear and concern, spoke nervously. "Scott?... Maybe you should sit down."
"We're all human! Every single one of us and does that matter? Does it mean that we're to be treated like everyone else? If it were her," Scott pointed at a terrified girl at the front of the class, "it'd all be over by now! But for us? Nobody fucking cares! We should all just end it all and save us from a whole lot of pain and suffering!"
His fingers, now extended to claws, dug deep into his stomach, slashing sideways and spilling his guts to the ground. The claws faded as Isaac rushed to stem the bleeding.
"No, no, no, no!" He snarled at the other werewolf. "You're not gonna die."
Now exhausted, Scott's reply was but a whisper. "For the better."
"Never! Come on, Scott, get up! Heal or something!"