A/N: Hope you guys are all liking the story, hopeful it gets better, I can't seem to write it at a fast pace, it seems to be dragging out so I do apologise but yea, it should pick up soon or else be a total blow, who knows?

Stiles decided he'd go to the forest, to that place by the river where he took Scott when he was hung up with Allison. It would be peaceful there and he'd be left alone, just what he wanted. Now that he had left the house for the first time in ages he wasn't much fussed on the idea of going back. Just not in the next while anyway, his dad had to go in to work early so he didn't have him to worry about. Not waiting much longer he decided to go, nearly everyone had cleared from the car park, he had half hoped that someone would come speak to him at the end of the day but no one did. But who was he kidding, why would they want to speak to him anyway.

This negativity was now engulfing all of Stiles' thoughts; he was in a bad place and needed help. If only he realised this. He had two weeks suffering by himself and it wasn't doing any good, and no one was any the wiser.

He left his jeep at the main opening of the forest, deciding to leave everything there, he wouldn't need his phone anyway and if it was too cold he could come back and get his jacket. He trekked to where he wanted to go, it wasn't a hard trail to follow but he just didn't have the energy, he was stumbling over branches but he just didn't care. It wasn't far to go and once he got there he plopped himself down on the ground. He was happy to just sit there and rest for a bit. The sleep he had got was good, but not good enough, it didn't make up for the lack of it he had for the previous couple of weeks.

The trickling of the stream a few metres away was soothing, it allowed Stiles to relax he tried to clear his mind. What am I going to do? I can't tell everyone that I've given up, that I'm not 'helping' them anymore, they wonder why, wonder what's up. But I can't risk it anymore, they've risked too much already keeping me involved, there is no way it can continue, it's too dangerous, I can't risk it. Stiles blamed himself for everything that went wrong in the pack, not that it was ever his fault, not really, but to him he was just the human, the liable, with no strength, no speed or no super senses. I'm just a distraction to them, like a pet, something they have to take care off, how can they even concentrate on a case when they have to worry about poor little Stiles. Not that they'd even care if something happened, they'd probably be glad. The only problem would be the Argents, they'd use an incident as an excuse to start hunting again. So even if I did and they were rid of me, I'd still put them in danger. The only option is to give up, but I just can't quit, they'd wonder why, they'd want a reason. I just have to come up with something good. Something believable, something they would have to accept. Stiles' mind was now racing, he was so deep in thought he didn't realise he was starting to get cold. Winter was nearly over but it was still bitter in the evenings. But he was too preoccupied to even notice.

When he snapped out of his trance, it didn't seem like he had been there that long but he was immediately aware that the sky above him was now a sheet of darkness, prohibiting him from seeing not very much at all. Immediately he was aware that he was also really cold, shivering quite violently, the rock he was now sitting on was acting as a heat sink to any warmth he may have had. He got up to go back to his car when he realised a major problem, he could barely see around him and it would only get worse, at the minute he was in a sort of clearing by the river and could use the little light from the moon to see around him, but as soon as he was under the trees he would have nothing to guide him. Dammit Stiles, if only you took the bite when Peter offered it to you. You wouldn't be stuck in this situation. You would be a valued member of the group and you definitely wouldn't be stuck out here all alone. Way to go, dumbass.

He walked with his arms out in front of him, preventing him from walking in to any trees, he wasn't completely sure is he was following the trail but his logic told him if he walked forward and didn't bump into anything he must be on the path. It was going well, he reckoned he must be nearly at the jeep and that's when he tripped.

It all happened so quickly, one second he was walking forward and the next he was on the forest floor. He hit his head hard on a branch on the way down, it hurt but he felt okay. He lay there for a moment trying to regain composure and then he tried to get up. His sudden movement made him feel all woozy. 'Eugggghhhh' was all he could manage. He tried again to get up, only this time he did it slowly, he got into a kneeling position first, his head was banging and he wanted nothing more than to just curl up there but he had to get home. He crawled to the nearest tree he could find, it was still too dark to see, holding on to it he tried to get up. He was on his feet but he couldn't support himself, he tumbled back to the floor.

Fuck this is it, this is how it's going to end. I'm going to freeze to death in the forest, no one will realise I'm gone until the morning, not until dad gets home. If he even notices, he might think I've gone to school early, no one will notice. Oh well, at least I won't be a nuisance to anyone anymore. And with that Stiles had given up, he resigned himself to just lying there, not caring about what would happen. He didn't want to give up, not really but he had. He tried to take his mind of his impending doom, he concentrated happy memories.

Seven year old Stiles at Disney land with his parents, he loved it, he remembers chasing around trying to find the characters all day, seeing all the different lands, his mum and dad being so happy, he was so happy, he'd give anything to go back.

Ten year old Stiles playing baseball with Scott, they both sucked but it didn't matter they were just kids having fun one afternoon in the summer. And Melissa had the day off from the hospital, she watched them from the back door delighted that they were having so much fun.

Fifteen year old Stiles trying out for the Lacrosse team, he didn't really want to but Scott did and brothers stand by each other. He mightn't have made the team but he was on the roster, he enjoyed practice with the team, there he felt he belonged, where he was included.

Seventeen year old Stiles helping Scott keep his cool after he got the bite. Helping him maintain balance so he didn't wolf out and rip everyone to shreds. He felt important, Stiles mightn't have been what Scott thought off to keep him grounded but Stiles knew he couldn't have done it without him.

The thoughts were fading as was Stiles' consciousness, the last thought that crossed his mind was the pack, he might not have been a wolf but he was still included, they were like a family, a dysfunctional one but still a family. Only Stiles ironically felt like the wolves pet.

And with that thought he drifted off into the darkness.

A/N: There might not be a chapter tomorrow as it is St. Patrick's Day and well the Irish love St. Paddy's Day ;)