Stiles was curled up on his bed, trying to get his body to stop aching at every breath he took. After Gerard had let him go and they managed to save Jackson, he was just so tired. Not only had he gotten hurt but Derek had snapped at him, making it clear what would happen should he see Stiles near his Pack again. For the first time since meeting him, Stiles was actually scared of Derek. Whatever had happened before he arrived, had snapped something in the Alpha, causing him to practically attack Stiles.

And if that hadn't been enough, he had gotten into another fight with his father about lying to him. The funny thing was… Stiles had actually been telling the truth. He had been about to tell his dad everything when the older man stormed out in a huff. That had been almost a day ago now and Stiles was lonely. Scott had left with the remaining Argents to look for Gerard, his dad was drowning himself in work just to be away from Stiles and the Pack didn't want anything to do with him anymore.

It was scary how things could change in the blink of an eye. He hadn't been really, properly happy since his mum died but it got better. Just when he thought that he had a chance to just be again, Scott had been bitten by Peter and with that came all the drama that was Beacon Hills' supernatural side. Werewolves, Kanimas, Hunters… His whole life had turned into a bad TV show and he was sick of it. He was sick of being the weak human who only got in the way, sick of his father not being there for him, sick of hurting… He was just tired and wanted it to end.

"I miss you, mum," Stiles sniffed, reaching out for the picture on his bedside table "I don't know what to do anymore…" He trailed his fingers over the glass of the frame before letting his eyes wander through the room. When his gaze fell onto the snow globe on his bookshelf, he shot up, groaning at the pain that shot through his body "Ow. Bad idea…"

He stared at the snow globe for a while, remembering when he had gotten it from his Aunt Rose. Well, she wasn't actually his aunt but rather a really good friend of his mother's who was as good as family to her. Back when he was younger and when his mother had still been around, he had been in LA more often than not during the holidays.

They had stopped going after Claudia's death, the Sheriff not wanting to keep contact with anyone. The same couldn't be said for Stiles though. He had been keeping contact with his cousins before Rose had died last year. After that, it had been different… He hadn't been the only one who lost a mother and it hurt him to know that Carlos and Julie were hurting as much as he had back then. Thankfully, Rose hadn't suffered for too long. Not like his mother. Claudia had started forgetting Stiles early on during her illness and taken to raise her hand to him more than once. With his father working more often than not, he had often been alone with a mother who didn't even remember his name, much less how to take care of him.

Stiles had learned how to take care of himself then and it was a good thing too because, after his mother's death, his father shut down completely. Oh, he went to work, yes. But that was all he did apart from drinking. He shook his head violently, trying to get the thoughts out of his head before he completely drowned in them.

It didn't even matter where he went anymore but he couldn't stay, he had to get out of here. No one cared about him anyway… Might as well do them all a favour and disappear. His dad would have less trouble and the Pack wouldn't have to look after him anymore. Everyone would be happy…

Stiles pulled out his phone, opening up Google Maps. He wanted family… Even if it meant leaving Beacon Hills to go to LA for the unforeseeable future.