So Cliché
Chapter One
Summary: She was back, the girl that would always smile and act without a care was back to her hometown, Beacon Hills. The place hadn't changed by much, but she had. After her mother's death, she was forced to move back and live with her cousin, Stiles, and her Uncle. Little did she know what this would be the beginning of how everything and every perspective of her's were going to be different. Very different. Isaac/OC*
-Begins in Season 3-
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The sheriff was on busy duty once again. Complaints and assaults were coming his way like bullets. But this latest task was confusing him. Someone had called in a suicide; he shook his head in disappointment. They had informed him that the lady who had taken her life, had a daughter. He could never imagine doing that to his son, his son who needed him more than anything; after all he was all he had left. It was a shame, and he just wanted to get to the girl that was most likely crying at this point.
Apparently, she was an orphan, considering her father had passed away from cancer when she was younger. It saddened him to know how much this girl had been through.
"Where is she?" Sheriff Stilinski questioned the officer who had explained to him about the girl.
"Sir, I think you might want to look at the rest of the informa-" The officer began, but his boss hadn't wanted to hear it. He was hoping to just get over with the case as soon as possible. This had to be done and the poor orphan girl had to be put to safety. Lately, nothing in Beacon Hills was welcoming to anyone anymore. When he found out about the supernatural creatures living amongst them, he had began taking his job more seriously.
"Officer, just please take me to where she is. We can look at that later." Sheriff Stilinski told him, sighing. He paced back and forth, something didn't feel right. He felt uneasy like something bad had happened.
The other officer nodded his head, walking past Mr. Stilinski, and turning to walk down the corridor halls in the police department. The sheriff felt the bad feeling once again in his gut, as his co-worker made a right turn, he followed at his tail.
One more right turn was made as they landed upon a room. The small room was empty except for some chairs surrounding a medium sized table in the middle of it all. The chairs were all pushed in nicely, except for one. The one she was in.
"Scarlett?" The Sheriff whispered softly in surprise, his voice barely audible as his eyes landed on the girl.
The orphan had a blanket over her small frame, her dirty blonde hair cascading down just below her shoulders. She was facing straight forward, not bothering to look over to the two people next to the door frame. She didn't want to, the shock of her mother dying still hitting her hard. He looked over at her with curiosity, puzzles playing inside his head. Why was she here?
"Scarlett." Mr. Stilinski once again said, a little firmer. "Look at me." He wasn't being harsh, just impatient as the stubborn girl didn't glance back at him. This was confusing him, everything that was happening.
Scarlett looked nothing like herself. She wasn't herself. Her eyes had dark shadows under them, like sleep had never been something she needed. She was pale, extremely pale. And her hair was a mess, coming out in different angles.
"Sheriff." The officer next to the shocked, impatient boss, had finally spoken up, "I told you to look over the information. Her name is Scarlett Stilinski, your niece."
~So Cliché~
"Bye." Stiles said as his friend, Scott slammed his car door hard by accident. Stiles winced at the impact and at how his Jeep was being destroyed right in front of him. "Watch the car…" He whispered, still wincing.
Scott opened the door back up, "Sorry. Hey, don't forget to pick me up so we can go to Derek's. We need to ask him about the tattoo."
Once again his friend left, this time closing the door cautiously. Stiles chuckled as he began to back his car up in to the road once more, away from Scott's house.
After almost running over a dog, speeding, and passing the stop sign, he finally made it home in one piece. Pulling up in to his garage, he turned the engine off, slipping his keys out of his jeep, before he opened his car door and stepped out.
Stiles sighed in content, thinking of how good of a driver he was.
After he made it through his front door, he saw his dad standing over it, scaring the hell out of him.
"Oh my god…" Stiles blinked, surprised at the sudden encounter. He looked over his dad's sad eyes that looked like he had been crying. Suddenly, the worried son straightened up and cleared his throat. "You scared me, dad."
His father had uncrossed his arms from his chest, and ran his hands over his face, sighing. "We need to talk."
The way his dad spoke, made him nervous over what they wanted to talk about. He gulped, before nodding, "Yeah, sure. What's up?" Stiles crossed his arms over his chest, preparing for whatever news his dad wanted to bring to them.
Sheriff Stilinski only sighed as he turned away from his son and the front door. He began walking towards the living room and Stiles followed right behind him. As they arrived in the living room, they both stopped at the front as they're eyes flickered over to a small frame curled up in complete slumber.
Stiles' eyes widened in shock, a small smile spreading across his lips, "I-Is that Scarlett?" He looked over to his dad and saw him sigh but slowly nod. 'What's with all the sighing?' Stiles wondered, wasn't Scarlett being here a good thing?
"What is she doing here? Is she spending the night?" Stiles racked his brain for answers on what his cousin could be doing here this late at night, "Don't tell me. She went A.W.O.L, didn't she?"
Mr. Stilinski closed his eyes in annoyance, "No, Stiles. She did not go A.W.O.L. Her mother…"He began but nothing came out. He didn't want to talk about his sister-in-law, and what she had done.
Stiles raised a brow in his direction, "Her mother? What happened?" He began getting nervous; her mother was all she had left after her dad died a few years ago from cancer.
"Her mother…" The Sheriff began once again as he looked at his son, seeing how his eyes were full of wonder and nervousness.
"She's dead." A solemn, small but firm, voice spoke up. They're eyes both widened as they glanced over to the orphan girl who had interrupted her uncle, "She died two days ago. Committed suicide and all."
Stiles' jaw slacked as he saw his cousin and her appearance, taking in all the things he wanted to say to her. He wanted to comfort her. He couldn't believe her mother would do such a thing. "What?"
"She left me, Stiles. There isn't a reason to be in denial, she didn't love me and I'm okay with that." Scarlett said, her eyes being still like she wasn't herself. This was never the Scarlett he had known when she was little and came over to play at his house. This was different. This girl was different. How could she not care at all? Where was that smile that she always had on? Where was that cheery personality? Even the glint in her eye was gone.
"Now, I'm sorry for being so rude and intrusive, but can you show me my room? This couch hurts my back." Scarlett stood up, her blanket coming up with her as she held it to her side.
Mr. Stilinski hadn't said anything, already getting used to his niece's new behavior. Clearing his throat, he looked over back at his son, "Show her to the guest room, please."
Stiles was still gaping at the new personality of the bubbly girl he had known his whole life. All he could do was stare.
"Stiles." His dad said a little firmer.
Suddenly the trance was gone, and Stiles woke up. He gulped down saliva, nodding his head. He looked over his cousin once more, before turning to go upstairs and in to the guest room right beside his, "Follow me."
Where the hell was his cousin?
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Last updated: 7/3/13, Wednesday.