HELLO, this is an early post because I love angst ;) This story may seem a little boring but it'll get better (I hope)
Stile's Dad POV
The first time the Sherriff (although he wasn't the sheriff at the time) saw his sons' scars he cried.
He cried hard. Body racking sobs complete with snot and a red face, luckily his son was asleep so he hadn't seen. Well no, his son wasn't asleep; he was in an induced coma, because the pain of the burns was too much for his body to deal with.
Oh God, how did it get so bad? How could he let this happen? All through a child's life you tell them that you'll protect them Don't worry son, as long as I'm here you're safe you might say or I'll never let anything happen to you. It's easy to agree, these promises are impossible to keep, absolutely impossible, and the Sherriff knew this, he was completely aware of the fact, in fact he only said it to calm down his child, to make them feel better.
Despite this, there is still a hidden fact in that lie, a pact parents secretly make with themselves, I'll try as hard as I can to keep you safe, and the Sherriff has failed. He failed miserably and alone, his mistakes costing him his wife and his child.
He knows it's not healthy to blame himself, but he can't help himself, if he hadn't been so eager to get promoted, he could've been at home, sure he would remain just a meagre police officer, but he could've done something. He could've done something. Ironically, he did in fact get his promotion, while his son was healing in hospital, and even after, the Sherriff poured himself into his work, he figured if he couldn't have his old life he'd make sure to get everything out of this one. No time to grieve for him.
As a matter of fact, it took a very long time to get used to his sons face. It was, for a lack of better term, hideous. At least half of it was. And the Sherriff realises how utterly pathetic that is, how disgusting of him to admit his sons face is hideous, but it is. It's honest to god terrifying, and it took quite a while to get used to. The nurse at the hospital his son was first admitted to reassured him that this was normal, you don't have to love your child's looks to love your child, and the Sherriff knew that, he still loved his son unconditionally.
Surprisingly enough, the burns were not their major concerns clinically, it was actually the carbon monoxide poisoning that did the most damage, and there were days when the Sherriff thought his son was going to die.
Well, yes the burns were serious, but there were thankfully not many complications other than a few minor infections. The poisoning however did so much more damage.
When you breathe in carbon monoxide, it gets into your blood stream and prevents red blood cells from dispersing precious oxygen. It will kill your body tissues and your cells and eventually you will perish if you are exposed to it for too long.
There are a very long range of side effects, some long term and some short term. Sadly however, the sheriffs' son was exposed to the deadly gas for too long, and he has a lot of damage done that will most probably last his whole life.
His son will forever have difficulty breathing, not being able to deal with prolonged shouting or even try out for any sports, when the Sherriff gets asked by his son to join little leagues, it's a firm no and an arm full of a sobbing child.
His son will forever have brain damage, difficulty concentration, and when his son can't finish his stupid math homework, he has to explain to the teacher that his son needs shorter tasks, because his brain won't stop getting distracted.
His son will forever have a minor case of Parkinsonism, shaky tremors in his hands and sometimes his whole body, and when his son starts crying for his father to get him to stop, the Sherriff can do nothing but hold the fork for his son as he spoon feeds him like a toddler.
His son will forever have one blind eye, although it was barely visible because half the eye was sealed shut under the blaze of a flame.
Sure, the face seemed bad, hideous even, but it wasn't the biggest struggle, far from it.
Stiles POV
Needless to say, he liked his new nickname, it was nice and much more pronounceable than his actual name, and despite his better judgment 'Stiles' liked these new girls, even if he declined their offer to sit with them.
Something about them just attracted him, and not sexually, if that's what you're thinking, they just gave off this friendly, fierce aurora, if that makes sense. They were definitely pretty, stunning even, but 'Stiles' just didn't find all that stuff important, not really.
The first one, Allison had a softer kind of pretty. Her hair, dark and lustrous, was almost umber. Actually, that's not a very accurate description; her hair wasn't as red as umber it was almost like dark wood and her warm brown eyes complimented her large dimpled smile nicely.
The second one, Lydia was entirely different with a fiercer pretty. Her flaming red, no strawberry blonde, locks fell in soft curls down her back and her large green eyes were shadowed by long eyelashes. When she smiled, she didn't show teeth, it was a tight lipped, smug, but still warm, smile that stretched her full lips across her face.
So yes, they were quite different, gorgeous, but different. 'Stiles' could tell they could've gotten on well, but he doesn't plan to get too close to them. Something was bound to go wrong.
When he was young and naive, he used to try hard to make friends. If they managed to overlook his outward appearance they would be driven off by his sharp wit or his many problems.
There are very few schools, if not all, that 'Stiles' can safely say he hasn't had an incident in, usually it's after a few months when everyone is somewhat used to seeing his face around school.
Unfortunately for him, he had one the day after his meeting with Allison and Lydia in the boys' locker room of all places, where he was sitting on the side lines since he wasn't to wear any gear seeing as he's not allowed to participate.
It had began as small tremors in his hands, as usual, and 'Stiles' dismissed them, as usual, because they happened all the time. They weren't anything different, just some harmless brain damage caused by some CO poisoning, totally normal. That is until it started to rack his entire body, starting with his hand up his arm and beginning with his chest. He starting breathing hard, and people were beginning to notice, the hard breathing was a mixture of panic and lung problems, which sent him into further panic to which he jumped up and ran for the bathroom, which sent him into more lung problems. Exercise was not his thing.
The problem was, however, that he had no idea where the bathrooms were, so he ended up sitting down, his back pressed against the wall in the hallway, praying to God no one finds him.
Scott's POV
Scott was just getting ready for gym, he was talking idly to Isaac as he began to take off his shoes, until he caught a suddenly increasing heartbeat, Isaac caught it too and they turned to look for the source, only to hear the door slam shut, the heartbeat going out with it.
Scott turned to Isaac who dismissed him with one wave of his hand
"Go" He coaxed in a slightly worried voice "I'll cover for you"
Nodding once, Scott bolted out after the panicking teenager. He followed him down a few corridors until Scott turned a corner to find a crouched figure, breathing laboured and leaning against the wall.
Scott, being Scott, immediately ran after the looming figure.
"Hey you okay?" As he got closer, Scott saw that it was the new kid, the burnt side of his face visible under the ugly yellow light of the corridor, "hey bud, Stilinski right?" Scott asked, immediately feeling stupid because the kid can't actually talk.
Stilinski, the new guy, just shot him a slightly panicked look, his wrist leaning on his knee to give Scott a clear view of one hideously burnt hand shaking violently.
"Should I... Should I do something? Get someone or..." Stilinski quickly dismissed him with a shake of his head, his breath coming in huge gulps of air, and the racks of his chest, which Scott only now notices, start slowing down considerably, his breathing coming down slightly, only to be interrupted by one wet cough.
Scott watched worried, wondering if he was in pain. Gingerly he took a hold of Stilinski's scarred hand to sense if he was in pain. Slowly, black veins started growing from Scott's hand. Stilinski took a gasp of relief, his breathing still laboured, but he didn't seem to be panicking quite so much. He was too preoccupied trying not to die to notice Scott leeching the considerable amount of pain.
After a couple of minutes, he seemed to be alright, despite the large tremors in his hands and his wheezing.
"Thanks" He whispered, closing his eyes, which stretched his waxy pale skin further, and Scott had to look away, although he felt awfully guilty, even if the new kid couldn't see.
"Oh I didn't do anything" The kid opened his eyes to eye him suspiciously with bright whiskey eyes, and Scott decided to focus on the teen's nice eyes instead of his scarred up face.
"Is there a name you go by or something?" Scott enquired, smiling reassuringly.
Scott didn't think the kid would answer, but after a while Scott heard a deep raspy voice murmur,
"Stiles"
So yeah, this post is like really soon, but I just felt like writing for this story! I know it's a little boring, a lot of writing and not a lot of audio and stuff, I'm just trying to set everything up. Don't worry the main plot line will come soon!
