A/N: First of all: I'm so sorry for being a bit late! It's all on me, really. I watched the episode but couldn't find any inspiration and ideas so I was totally blank!

Second of all: Shout out to my amazing Beta It's-A-Passion ! She's been editing my earlier chapters so once I'm done with everything I'll re-post them if you'd like to read the updated versions. Also she edited this chapter and she worked so fast! Really, it's up late because of me, she was just great!

So I hope you like this chapter. I think it's sort of boring since I wrote it just to get a chapter done. But hey, at least it's something, right?
So, if you hate this chapter: No hard feelings just stick with me to the next chapter :P

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It's now official. I hate being sentimental and caring, I wish I could just stop. I had already cried plenty of times over both Boyd and Erica. Especially Erica, which is sort of wierd in a way since she died what felt like ages ago, but Boyds death brought up so many memories for me. All the times Erica and I laughed and cried together, that of course was before she was turned. We had a connection back then, we could relate to each other. Both of us were invisible, exept when people felt like bullying Erica when she had a seizure. It was so heartless of them; how people could be so cruel is beyond me.

During this time of mourning I had started to avoid everyone. But not because I wanted to be alone, I really didn't. I was avoiding everyone from school because I suddenly felt this overwhelming rage towards everyone. They had treated Erica and Boyd so horribly, not even Scott had tried to help and he had this hero-complex. If it wasn't for them maybe Boyd and Erica wouldn't have wanted to turn into a werewolf and maybe they would be alive right now. I was disgusted by their existence. However, I suppose I was feeling happy for Boyd and Erica's sake in a way, they didn't have to deal with this horrid world anymore. What a relief it must be, not having to deal with every piece of crap in this world. They have to be in a better place now, because earth must be hell and if hell exists should heaven exist as well?

I was lying on the floor and looking at an old picture of me and Erica; somehow it just made me feel better if I just stared at it. It made me feel peaceful in a way. It made me forget all the hate and anger for just a second.

I felt my phone buzz in my pocket so I picked it up and saw that I had five missed messages and two missed calls.

I sighed and began reading them.

"Hey. How R U?" Isaac's message said.

"Why haven't you answered Isaac's text? Are you mad at him?" Stiles message said.

"Come on! Don't ignore me, I'm the good guy. I swear if you are hanging out with Aiden, I'll be really pissed!" Stiles again.

"OK. I apologize. Please answer, I'm getting worried", once again Stiles.

"Are you okay?" Allison's text said.

I sighed and decided to answer Allison's text, she didn't actually live here for most of that time and never actually bullied either me or Erica so it wasn't really fair to blame her.

"Yeah, I'm just feeling down", I wrote and clicked 'send'. The reply came instantly.

"I'm alone at home if you want to come over? We have ice cream :)"

"Deal! Be there in a sec", I replied.

"So why are you feeling so down?", Allison asked while we shared a tub of Ben & Jerry's.

"I'm just... I'm so angry with everyone. I feel like the reason that Erica and Boyd are dead is because we were always bullied. If they hadn't been they might not have become werewolves and then they'd be alive right now", I said, ashamed for how I felt.

"I get it. You and Erica were friends back then right? So it's only natural that you feel that way", she said supportivly.

"Thanks... How is it between you and Scott by the way?", I asked, wanting to leave the subject.

"Oh, uh... It's. Weird", Allison said and blushed.

"Weird how?"

"Well, sometimes we're sort of close and you know..." she explained.

"Yeah, I get it", I said understandingly. "So, how do you feel about everything?", I continued.

"I feel like we are better to be friends, at least right now. But if you ask me again in an hour then I might answer differently", she said and smiled. "Oh! I almost forgot! I'm suppose to meet Scott! I'm sorry that you couldn't stay longer", she said apologetic.

"No, it's fine! You made me feel a lot better actually", I said honestly.

I left Allison's appartment and while walking to the elevator I decided to call Stiles.

"Hi, Stiles!", I said as he picked up.

"Wow, you're alive. What's up?", he asked.

"Nothing much, what about you?"

"On my way to Derek's, want me to pick you up?", he asked.

"Yeah, could you pick me up outside Allison's?"

"Sure, be right there", he said and we hung up.

After being at Derek's loft for a while we heard a interesting story about the young Derek. However, I felt as though it was very one sided. Kind of like one of those times when a child talk's to their mother about a fight and everything is the other ones fault. Of course, Peter Hale is no child but still, he wasn't really the reliable adult-type.

Stiles apparently had felt just the same as me because he was basically planning to ask Derek about it. I really hoped that Derek would answer because I really wanted to hear his side of this story. Besides, maybe letting this story out would be good for him.

At the end of the day this day had turned out alright. At least some of my hate and rage had withered away.