Alright this chapter is short.

But it's to help set up for the next chapter, which will be much longer.


He felt the breath he was holding release, and his body relax with the exhale. Calmly, Stiles walked through the graveyard to his mother's headstone, wrapping his arms around himself. Kneeling down the second he got to the site, Stiles looked at the engraving in the granite.

Claudia Stilinski

Born- January 23rd, 1969

Died- August 29th, 2006

Stiles sat down, his back against the cold stone and leaned his head back, closing his eyes. His legs sprawled out in front of him, one knee bent. "Hey mom," his voice cracked, "everything's good." Rolling his head back and forth, he backtracked. "That's wrong. Nothing's good. Scott has his head up his butt with his new girl Kira. He fails to see how I'm falling apart. Despite the fact that he's a freakin' werewolf and should be able to tell when I'm lying! And then you have everyone else who are so into their own worlds. Lydia's still going after every guy in school since Aiden has died. Ethan and Danny got back together. Issac is gone with Mr. Argent. Cora and Malia are getting used to school, though Cora makes a fit about the kids most of the time." Stiles paused to take a breath. "Then there's Derek." A small, some would say pathetic, laugh came from his mouth. He stayed quiet after that, no words necessary.

Finally, he decided to break the silence. "I'm sorry Mom….I just can't do it anymore." He curled up in himself, head on his legs. "I can't stand the lies. I can't sleep at night. I can't concentrate and it's not because of my ADHD. I can't stand being alone. I just…I'm just….it's hopeless." His fingers fumbled in his pocket for the razor he brought with him. Stiles rolled up his sleeve and gently pressed it to his skin.

"Stiles!" Stiles jumped roughly thirty feet, causing him to cut a little too deep.

"Crap!" He didn't look up at whoever said his name, just looked at the new stream of blood coming from his wrist. The fact that he didn't hit a vein was good, but the sooner he stopped the bleeding, the better.
"Here." Whoever it was bent down next to him and lightly grabbed his wrist. It was then that Stiles decided to look up. His mouth almost dropped.

"D-Derek? What are you doing here?"

"Shut up Stiles and just let me help." Stiles nodded, watching as Derek took off his shirt and ripped it to form a bandage. When Derek was finished, Stiles just let his arm drop to his lap and refused to look at the man. He heard Derek sigh before the werewolf stood up. "Let's go." Stiles just shook his head.

"I don't want to." The whisper, well if it could be even called that, was extremely quiet and Derek assumed that (although he had enhanced hearing) he wasn't supposed to hear it. Derek sighed before he sat down next to Stiles.

"Okay Stiles, keep talking. I'm here."

"Alright."