I was still sitting in the living room when my mom get home from work. She came into the room and sat across from me.
"What's wrong Scott?" She asked me. So, I proceeded to tell her everything that had happened in the past few days.
"I understand why they wanted the bite, I do; but I was fine without it. Why can't they see that?" I asked her. My mom looked at me and shook her head.
"Scott, your life may have been less dramatic before you were bitten, but you were far from ok. Do you remember how bad your asthma was Scott? You could barely participate in P.E. at school, much less be able to play lacrosse safely. What if you hadn't been bitten and you tried out for lacrosse? Do you know the chances of you having an asthma attack on the field would've been? God, Scott, every day that you left the house I was terrified that it was going to be the last time I saw you. You and Stiles were fearless when you two got an idea to do something, and neither one of you ever really considered the consequences that your actions could cause."
She sighed and shook her head.
"You could've had an asthma attack and Stiles could've had a panic attack. Neither I nor John knew where you two ran off to most of the time. What if you two needed help Scott? How would we have known?" She asked with tears in her eyes.
I never thought about it like that; I never considered how my mom felt before I was bitten. Ever since my dad left, I've been all my mom had, I never realized how my actions made her feel. I stood up and walked over to her before giving her a hug and telling her that I was sorry and that I loved her.
After a while of sitting there and comforting each other we decided to go to bed; my mom had a shift in the morning and I had some thinking to do. As I laid in my bed I thought about everything that everyone had told me. From Isaac's abuse, to Erica's epilepsy, Boyd, Lydia and Jackson's feelings of being alone and unappreciated, when it occurred to me. Throughout this entire situation, I've been thinking about nothing but me and my problems and not anyone else. I wasn't even really considering how my life has been made better by being bitten. I've been so focused on the fact that I didn't ask for this and feeling that Peter and Derek were taking away my friends that I never saw anything else. After coming to this realization I knew what I had to do; I needed to talk to Peter.