09/26/2014

A/N: This is my first real fanfic and I hope that you guys like it :} Teen Wolf doesn't belong to me, cause if it did there would be a ton more homoerotic stuff going on ;P. Thanks so much if you review!

Mary lay back in her bed and raised the poorly rolled joint to her lips. She inhaled four times and held it for as long as she dared, the smoke tickled the back of her throat and she smiled before slowly releasing the pent-up gasses. Closing her eyes she relaxed and breathed as the smoke filled her room. The door was closed and sealed with a towel under it, the fire alarm was broken, and the blackout curtains were drawn tight so only a sliver of light was visible. She took another hit or so and repeated the process before rolling over and exhaling into her pillow, then inhaling again. Smiling to herself Mary put out the blunt in the small red plate on her bedside table, and then stashed the drug under her low-slung bed.

Standing from her bed she stumbled over to the window, closed her eyes tightly and flung the curtains open. She winced as her eyes burned and slightly cracked one of her pale hazel green eyes; testing how bright it was. Her neighbor was hovering in his back yard, slumped over a figure on the ground and seeming to heave.

Shocked Mary ran out of her room, struggling with the wooziness of her high and the stupid towel, which got stuck…under her door. Stumbling down two flights of stairs and out the back door, Mary ran over to her neighbor to see that Stiles was bent over Scott laughing as the dark boy clutched at his crotch. Now that she was closer she could see that Stiles and Scott had been casually practicing with their lacrosse stuff-she literally had no idea what to call it- and Mary simply assumed that Stiles had hit Scott in the leg with a ball.

"God damn it!" Scott cursed loudly as he rolled around, still clutching his leg, "Fuck! Stiles, What the Hell?"

Stiles, who was still laughing, fell down as Scott rolled roughly into his legs. He landed with an oomph sound and Mary chortled at the two, her eyes fuzzy and her head full. The two boys startled at the sound of her nearly insane laugh and then they found themselves being covered by a 115 pound 5 foot tall blonde high girl. She was giggling as she rolled around across the two boys. Scott leaned up and began to tickle Mary's sides, causing her to squeal and playfully lash out at the larger boy; seeing that Scott was 'torturing' Mary, Stiles tackled Scott and began to wrestle with him. Laughing Mary watched, clapping her hands and encouraging them before they finally called a truce and collapsed beside each other.

"Are you guys ready for school?" Mary asked as she stared up at the discolored sky.

Both of the boys groaned. And Mary grinned.

After saying goodbye to her neighbors Mary retreated to her smoky and dark room and lay in her hammock. For nearly 3 hours she stayed still only moving her eyes to follow the dust motes float down in the air. At 8:00 her alarm went off and she was so startled she flew from her hammock and gave the floor a large hug. Groaning in pain she rolled over and slammed her hand onto her phone, slightly muffling the cheery ringtone specially designed to piss off the person who set said alarm. Rolling the times Mary winced as her bruised body hit the cold wooden floors, and sitting up she glared down at her legs; the only thing she could see at that moment, and she was tempted to punch the offending appendage. Standing unsteadily she closed her eyes; the stars from staying in one place still dancing across her vision, and stumbled across her room to her vanity. Sitting down on the stool Mary blinked her eyes open and looked around for her glasses, not seeing the black and red plastic she simply fumbled her hand out and brought the bright orange pill bottle to her nose and tried to find out which prescription it was. Shrugging she shook out one pill and seeing that it was small and white she popped the metallic tasting pill into her mouth and swallowed it dry.

Gagging slightly at the taste she slightly brushed her arm against her ribs and winced at the swollen feel of them.

"Codeine, Oh codeine I love you, you are my vice on every occasion." Mary hummed under her breath as she pulled off her clothes, wincing at nearly every movement.

When she was naked Mary stood in front of her mirror and stared at the various cuts and bruises on her body. The doctor had told her that she would be fine, that there was no real damage. She knew that her ribs were bruised and that she had a multitude of cuts and other various bruises all across her body, but she mostly didn't feel any of the injuries. Her ribs hurt sometimes but besides that the codeine kept everything on wraps.

Turning from the mirror Mary stepped into her shower and turned the water on freezing. Grabbing the showerhead from the wall Marry cupped her hand over the head and slowly brought it up to her side to rinse off the sweat and to cool down the warm purple flesh, shivering at the horrible chill that swept through her body she brushed her hand across the itchy slice across her hip. The stitches had held well and she had had them pulled out by Scott's mom at the hospital three days ago, but since then it had begun to itch and burn since. Turning the shower water to a warmer setting she waited for the water to heat before replacing it into the holder and wetting her hair under the spray she closed her eyes, letting the warmth roll across her bare body and warming her internal temperature at least four degrees. Grabbing the shampoo from the ledge on the wall she poured the unscented shampoo into her hand she lathered it into her hair. Hair foamed to Mary's liking she grabbed the white washcloth from on the rack and wet it with the warm water; grabbing her home made lavender oil shower gel she poured some onto her rag and washed her body with it. Her gash burned as suds got into it, but she quickly rinsed off the offensive material and finished washing all of her pieces parts. For a few minutes she simply stood under the curtain of rain, letting it rinse all of her soaps off.

A little while later at 7 o'clock Mary lay on her bed, her hair stretched out around her as she listened to her heartbeat with her old stethoscope. The green and chrome piece had belonged to her father before he was hospitalized and had been treating patients but she used his stuff on occasions like this to make sure that her new and improved heart was working in her body. Hearing the steady beat of a heart and knowing that it wasn't a heart of yours was soothing to Mary she had often slept with Stiles to make sure she could hear the quick boys' slow heart.

Sighing and rolling over Mary pulled out her side drawer and was reaching for her sleeping pills when she looked up to see stiles standing in her doorway, a concerned look on his face. Mary smiled at her childhood friend and pulled the plugs from her ears.

Please review! Sorry I know that this is an abrupt ending. Hope you liked it!