"I know, you don't particularly want too see her right now, and neither do I. But you're her father!" I hear my mother hiss down the phone.

I feel my heart sink, so low that I could feel it into my toes.

My father and mother didn't want me.

I was unwanted.

Just when I actually felt better, everything just seemed to fall apart.

I feel my eyes sting as tears begin to form in them.

I quickly race upstairs, and go into the shelter in which is my bedroom. A hiccup escapes my lips, as my body racks with numerous harsh sobs.

Why didn't anyone love me?

Why couldn't someone just simply love me?

Not even my own father and mother loved me, the only two people who are supposed to love me couldn't even find it in themselves to love me.

Was I such a horrible person, that no even my family wanted me?

My pills at the which sat on my bedside table stare at me tauntingly, as if they are waiting for me to break and overdose with them.

I feel my breathe hitch, as I edge closer towards the demons which where currently safely sat inside a plastic tube, with a label saying 'Prescribed to Lydia Martin'.

Hestiantly, I reach out and grab the tube before sitting down on my bed. I eye up the tube before complensating everything.

Really, what did I actually have to live for?

I had parents who physically couldn't stand the sight of me, I had an ex-boyfriend and an ex-best friend who continously call me numerous names and degrade me time and time again. The only thing which was actually good in my life, was Stiles.

An unhumerous laugh escapes my lips, who would of thought Stiles Stilinski would be the only good thing in my life?

But the thing is Stiles would be fine of without me, he'd probably be better off without me.

Everyone would.

Because my life doesnt' matter, it doesn't matter to me and it sure as hell doesn't matter to anyone else.

A bitter laugh escapes my lips, how could one life be so meaningless? And why did it have to be my life which is meaningless?

Actually, to be honest I'd much rather it be my life be meaningless than anyone elses, I wouldn't even wish my worst enemey to experince the pain I currently felt, not even Erica.

A loud sob escapes my lips, as I begin to slowly one by one pour the pills into my hands.

In just a few seconds this could all be over.

In just a few seconds, I could be a complete bliss.

And in just a few seconds darkness will overtake me, and I will never come back.

The thought alone gave me incredibly bad anixety, the thought of never returning didn't make me feel happy, it made me feel sick to my stomach. But what did I have to return for? A broken home, a singular friend who will be better off without, some bitch in his life.

Guilt creeps up onto me, as I think about Stiles.

He thought I could be fixed.

He thought I was fixable.

And I was letting him down, my only good thing in the entirity of the world and I was letting him down.

I bit my lip roughly, as I complensate writing him a quick 'I'm sorry' text message, but that would probably entice him to come over and he'd find me, he'd find me fish-belly white and garggling in a pool of my own vomit.

And I didn't want him too see me like that.

And I mostly, more than anything in this world, I didn't want him too become sad. The thought of causing Stiles to be sad, clenched my heart massively. But I know he'll heal, he's got a good group of friends and a loving father. And at least this way, he won't be forced to hang around me anymore, he might even be slightly grateful that he won't be forced to be around Beacon Hills' nut-job.

A strangled sob escapes my trembling lips, as I bring the pills closer towards me. I close my eyes before hestiantly shoving them into my mouth.

I feel my entire body tremble as numerous sobs escape my lips.

Here we go Lydia, soon you'll be free.

Free from a world consumed by bitterness and hatered.

My bedroom door swings open, causing my eyes to widen massively as I desprately try and swallow the pills.

There stands, my one source of goodness, Stiles Stilinski was stood in the frame of my door with his stupid goofy smile on his lips, holding a box of pizza.

His eyes widen before he rushes towards me, dropping the pizza on his way. His hands roughly grab and squeeze my cheeks causing a few of the pills to come sliding out of my mouth.

My heart clenches as I see tears brimming in his hazel eyes, as he desperately and hardly squeezes my cheeks again causing the rest of the pills to come spilling out of my mouth.

I raise my hand and shove him roughly, "W-WHAT D-DID YOU DO?!" I scream loudly, at him.

His eyes catch mine, causing a loud sob to escape my lips. Stiles' arms quickly wrap around my shoulders, as I cry out loudly into the crook of his neck.

"I-I w-wanna die!" I murmur into his neck, as my cries become borderline hysterical.

Stiles grip tightens on me considerably as he rocks me gently, in an attempt too soothe me.

I let out a strangled scream, as my cries become rougher and harder causing my entire body to flush and tense up.

"P-Please...I-I w-wanna d-die!"

I feel wetness drip onto my bare shoulders, causing me to sob even louder.

"Lydia, shh" Stiles says his voice cracking as he speaks.

I shake my head as I attempt to pull away, his grip holds me firmly in place, I hear loud footsteps come into my room.

"Stiles?! What's happened?!" My mother asks as she approaches us.

Stiles shake his head, "I-I.."

"L-Let me die!" I whimper, as my breathe becomes dangerously un-even.

"Hello, 9-1-1. My daughter's attempting to take her own life" I hear my mother says.

My head snaps towards her, "P-Please, d-don't make me go back!" I cry out, as I clutch onto Stiles tightly.

I feel him stroke my hair gently, "Lyd, please" He murmurs, I've never heard him sound so strained and broken before.

"I-I c-can't go back there!" I cry to him.

"Lydia, you need help" My mother says as she approaches us.

I shake my head, "Y-You're taking me away, from the only thing than can help!" I cry out, once I was able to make my breathing become slightly more even.

My heart sinks, as I hear loud sirens outside my house.

I quickly shake my head, "N-NO!" I cry out, as numerous sobs escape my lips "PL-PLEASE DO-DON'T!"

Stiles looks down at me with a pained expression, I grab his face softly.

"S-Stiles, p-please d-don't let them t-take me away" I plead.

I look down intently, at the carpet in which my feet where currently placed under. Hesitantly, I spit the pills out back into my hand before grabbing my phone, of it's charger. I feel anxiety drum inside of me roughly.

My fingers tremble as I unlock my phone and dial Stiles' number.

'Ring...Ring...Ring..-'

"Martini, how can I assist you?"

A watery laugh escapes my lips, "S-Stiles, I-I need you" I croak out.

"W-What? Why? What's happened?"

"I-I nearly did something stupid"

I hear Stiles curse something before his voice becomes much clearer, "I'm coming now! P-Please just stay strong until I get there"

I wince as I hear the phone be put down roughly.

I nod, "For you I will" I murmur, depsite knowing that he can't hear me.