Stiles' had a very unhappy childhood, it was just a fact. Actually, unhappy would be putting it mildly. Which was understandable, I mean, who wouldn't be unhappy with an abusive parent, no friends, ADD and being forced to be a prostitute for money? Many would have committed suicide much earlier, but not Stiles, he kept going.
He had almost no happy memories from when he was young, most of them coming from before his mother had taken him. The only thing that brought him happiness and hope afterward was Kurumi, the voice in his head, or so he called her. He could be considered insane, and hell, at one point he thought he was, but Kurumi was very much real and very much so in his head.
At any rate, she made his insufferable life livable, made it easier to go through hell. Ever since he first 'met' her he felt like he had something to live for, a purpose, a reason to not just end it all, not that she would let him even if he tried. She would protect him even if her own existence would be put in danger, even if was he who endangered himself.
He should probably explain who Kurumi was, seeing as she was so involved with his story. You see, she was a spirit, and not the lame kind people dress as for Halloween, an honest to goodness spirit with magic and shit. She was from another dimension, an alternate universe apparently and she had come to their dimension by using her abilities. She had been forced to merge with the closest human, which coincidentally had been little Stiles.
When she merged, she saw his memories, his life and she was horrified, seeing how many scars marred the young boy's body, so she made a decision then and there, she would protect him from harm as much as she could.
And yet she could not do much, as coming to this universe and merging with the boy had taken out the majority of her powers, thus rendering her next to useless, only being able to heal him quickly, though he still scarred. She would have to build up her powers and get stronger, which she would, in time.
Her powers, that let her have control over time and space, though the latter was just to a certain extent. She had let the boy see all her powers, along with her memories, well, the less grotesque ones at least, she didn't want to scare the boy to an early grave. And Stiles was fascinated, fascinated with all the things she could do, things that he learned he could one day do as well, perhaps even better than she had.
He was surprised, shocked to the core. For a long time, he had thought himself powerless, useless, a waste of space and oxygen, as his mother tended to say. Where before he was human, powerless, now he would grow to have powers beyond anyone's belief.
Though, the human part wasn't true in the slightest. Stiles, little Stiles, had actually been a Kitsune before Kurumi possessed him, and he still was. Apparently, it was from his mother, though her Kitsune gene was dormant, and thus she was just human. Kurumi had taught him all kinds of things about the powers he would one day have when he came of age. She also taught him about the supernatural, werewolves and the like. All of it fascinated him, and he wanted to learn as much as possible, and every waking moment he could spare he went to the library and read.
Kurumi, though she hated how the boy was treated, was happy. The boy reminded her so much of herself, back when she had been a human once, a long, long time ago. She would sacrifice her life to spare him and would make sure the ones who hurt him would suffer in the process. She had already made his mother pay with her life, not that anybody would miss the bitch.
She had been horrible to Stiles, abusing him every chance she got, treating him like an animal. She would abuse him, verbally and physically. She would call him names and force starve him, and would force him to whore himself out to any willing men to get money for her drug and alcohol, as well as her cigarettes.
Kurumi was glad that poor excuse for a woman was gone from this world, but she just wished it could have been under different circumstances…..
**Flashback** Warning! GRAPHIC VIOLENCE
Stiles was in his room laying on the bed as he swung his legs back and forth, tapping on his book a lot with his pencil. It was difficult to concentrate, then again it always was, with him having ADD and all. Math was easy, surprisingly, since it was just the same thing over and over again, but other subjects were hard for him. He still had good grades, but it was really hard to get them.
He sat there humming slowly, swinging his legs back and forth and writing in his book when his door slammed open and the stench of alcohol hit him as his mother stomped towards him making him throw the book and pencil back and sit up, watching her fearfully. Her bony hand reached for him making him flinch back and hit a wall.
His hair was grabbed roughly and dragged as she forced him to sit up and face her. Her face was thin and pale, looking like a skeleton, she reeked of cigarettes and alcohol, and her face was contorted into a sneer.
He whimpered as he faced her, both out of fear and pain as she kept a firm, locked grip on his hair. She pulled him out of bed by his hair and then proceeded to drag him out of the room, all the while giggling manically. Stiles let out a sharp cry of pain when his side was jabbed by a dresser as he was dragged past making his mother sneer and turn around quickly to backhand him, making him fall down as he looked at her in fear.
"You must have been switched at birth, there's no way a son of mine would be such a little fag. A pathetic little piece of shit and a waste of money and space." She sneered. Stiles really wanted to tell her off about how he was the one who earned money in the first place but didn't dare to do so, fearing punishment.
She grabbed his hair again and continued to drag him, while he was still on the floor. She was quietly mumbling things, though he could hear them crystal clear. "This is all your fault." She mumbled, her eyes flashing. She reached the stairs and went down, disregarding the fact that Stiles was hit and bruised every step down, rather she enjoyed his pain. "You did this to me." She said, her voice hollow, devoid of all emotion. It made Stiles shiver, the anger he could deal with, but right now he didn't know what to think. She dragged him to the kitchen and slammed him to the floor.
She started to kick him in the sides, focusing on his ribs, making Stiles scream out in pain, waking Kurumi up deep inside his mind. He writhed in pain as tears fell from his eyes and he gasped out short and ragged breaths.
She kept on beating him, hitting and kicking him all over until Stiles lost track of time and just gave up struggling, knowing it was useless.
At one point, she took a break, starting to smoke, the stench hitting Stiles making him gag and choke, and when she was done she put the cigarette out on Stiles' skin, as she always did, making him let out a scream of agony, as she put the cigarette out on a bruise.
She continued to torture him more and more and eventually, his body couldn't take any more pain and he lost his consciences, blacking out. She just continued to beat and torture him until she grew bored and then took a giant jug of gasoline she had purchased earlier, pouring it all over Stiles and herself, as well as all around the room.
She had a maniacal look on her face, her sick grin showing off her yellow rotting teeth. She took her lighter and set fire to herself, still laughing. She saw the fire spreading and continued to laugh until she was engulfed in flames.
Kurumi had been crying while watching her torture the boy, and she knew if she didn't do something he would die. So, she used her powers to freeze time and space around the boy, making a small circle that would encompass him, thus shielding him from the flames . She didn't know how long she had to hold it, but she didn't give in, even though she knew she was pushing her own limits. All she could feel is the raging fire outside of the time bubble around the boy, so she held strong.
She held it and held it, until she could feel her energy draining, and was about to lose hope had she not heard the familiar wails of the firetruck sirens, and the unmistakable sound of water spraying the house. She just had to hold on for a bit more, but every second she waited the bubble grew smaller and smaller, and just as the bubble broke, the last of the fire was put out.
She fell to her knees inside his mind and smiled, panting. She wouldn't get her power back for a very long time, but at least Stiles was safe, that's all she could hope for. She felt herself losing consciousness and smiled as she fell into a deep slumber, knowing she had protected the boy.
Outside the boy's mindscape firemen rushed into the house, looking around for any survivors but grew discouraged after not finding anything until one of them walked into the kitchen and gasped, calling all the others over, making them gasp at what they saw. There was a frail boy on the floor, bloodied and bruised but not burned. In fact, there was a circle around him where the fire had not reached. They looked at each other before one of them shaking out of their stupor and running to the boy, pressing two fingers against the boy's pulse and sighing in relief. "He's alive… "The man said in shock, never before having seen anything like this before.
"We need to bring him to the hospital and worry about it later, he looks hurt." Another man said, grimacing at the state of the boy, whom may not have been as lucky as they thought. The other men nodded and brought a stretcher, taking the boy to the ambulance and watching it speed off.
Stiles groaned as he slowly came too, hearing the light beeping of some machine nearby as he groggily opened his eyes, staring up at the light up on the white ceiling, his entire body hurt badly, and he felt really sore when he reached up to rub the sleep out of his eyes. He slowly looked around a bit, freezing when he saw a man sitting near where Stiles was. The man was slightly asleep while he sat by Stiles, his hands crossed. Stiles heard the beeping get louder and turned his head, finding himself hooked up to a hospital machine, the kind that measured heartbeat.
He jumped up slightly as a woman entered the door, wearing a blue nurses' outfit. "Oh your awake, that's good." She said walking up to Stiles and taking some notes. "You've been in a coma for two weeks, and your bones have mostly healed, which is rather surprising since it usually takes more time. Now, the police have wanted to talk to you about what happened, since we could not identify the other body and you were in a coma." She rambled.
"O-ok…" Stiles said quietly, his voice shaky as he recalled the events. He would tell the police everything, he could finally escape his nightmare. The nurse smiled at Stiles "It's ok, you can't get hurt anymore. We ran the tests on you….you've gone through a lot, but you're going to be fine now." The nurse said, gripping his hand and smiling reassuringly, and Stiles almost believed her, or he wanted to at least. "W-when are the police coming?" He asked her, smiling for the first time in a while.
"Well, I can contact them now, and tell them to come in, they shouldn't take a long time." She told him. "Oh, your father was found and contacted, he has been by your side ever since, only going out once in a while to eat or to his hotel to shower." She told him, smiling over at the sleeping man next to the boy. Stiles looked over at the man and looked at him strangely, his memories of his father were all good ones, and the man seemed to care, but Stiles couldn't let his guard down, not again.
He suddenly froze and reached into his brain, searching for Kurumi in panic, before finding her in a remote corner of his mindscape. She was sleeping, and it seemed like she had been for a while. Stiles smiled at her and sighed in relief, before slipping out of his sub-consciousness only to find the nurse gone.
After about an hour she came back, two officers along with her. The two officers walked over to Stiles, making him cower a bit. "Hey, I'm officer Grey and this is my partner officer Johnson," one of the men said, smiling at Stiles kindly. "Now, could you please tell us what happened, and maybe how you got all those scars." The man asked. Stiles took a deep breath and launched into an explanation, the officers recording what he said for later. For some reason once he started he couldn't stop explaining, he told them every single thing his mother had done to him, and that it was probably her that started the fire to get rid of him.
The officers went through a multitude of horrified expressions, and the nurse inside the room had her hand in front of her mouth, tears flowing from it freely. To think somebody could do that to a child…..
By the end of Stiles' explanation, the cops had been all choked up. It was clear the boy had gone through a lot, and they just hoped he would fare better with his father. The nurse shooed out the cops after Stiles finished his explanation, saying that the boy needed to rest now. By the time she came back Stiles was already almost asleep, and not soon after did he actually fall asleep.
When he woke up the man next to him was staring at him with misty eyes and a sad smile. "Hi, Stiles…." The man said slowly, and it was obvious he had been crying. "T-the nurse told me what you told the cops… Stiles, I am so sorry I ever left you alone with that monster, if only I hadn't none of this would have…. you would have been safe…." The man said, his voice breaking in several places and tears fell from his eyes.
Stiles was stunned into silence, not having expected the man to care, at least not to this extent. Stiles just reached towards the man's hand and took it into his, giving him a small smile "I-it's ok… I forgive you" Stiles said, his own voice breaking in several places.
His father now started to cry even harder, squeezing Stiles' hand in his own. "I'll never let somebody hurt you again, I promise you." The man said, swallowing down his emotions and looking strongly at Stiles.
Stiles stared at the man for a bit before he flung himself into his father's arms "Thank you so much!" Stiles cried out, his own tears starting to fall as well.
For a while they just held each other and cried, only releasing each other after ten minutes. "Oh, the nurse said we could just sign you out of the hospital when you woke up, so let's go, I can't wait to show you our home." His father said, making Stiles' heart flutter at the 'our'. He nodded and pressed the help button, which would make the nurses come and then he could go.
End Flashback
And so, ended his life with his mother, and he could finally leave it all behind him. He still held scars from it, but like most scars, they would fade eventually. And now, in his father's car heading towards their home he finally felt happy again, if only for a while, he would enjoy it while it lasted.