He was my best friend, I tried to help him,
But he traded everything, for suffering,
And found himself alone.
I watched the lying, turn into hiding,
With scars on both his lips, his fingertips...
Were melted to the bone.

It hadn't even registered in Scott's brain that Stiles wasn't there, wasn't sitting on the bench like always cheering for them. He focused on the game on them winning. It was going to be the best game ever they were ahead and it was almost the end of game. The cheering was loud when they finally struck the winning goal but it went quietly quickly when the announcement came on to the speakers for no one to move that the Beacon Hills Police were. It was even more of a shock when they came out on to the field and arrested not only Jackson, Danny, Boyd, and Isaac but what was worse was as they were led off the field they could see Allison, Erica and Lydia inside of a car.

"What's going on?" demanded the elder Whittmore.

"You're son and these others are under arrested for the assistant and encouraging suicide of one Stiles Stilinski." The deputy spoke.

"What?" Mrs. McCall sputtered. "No it can't be."

"I'm sorry Mrs. McCall but we have enough evidence to prove your son along with others bullied and encouraged Mr. Stilinski to kill his self...and a few hours ago..he..he committed suicide."
[Chorus]
But I can still remember what his face looked like,
When I found him in an alley in the middle of the night.
Tell me what you know! Tell me what you gone and done now!
Tell me what you know! Tell me what you gone and done now!
A gun would do the trick, get it over with,
You're better off...
To take all you've got and burn it on the spot,
To get high-igh, igh, igh (high-igh, igh, igh).

Melissa McCall stared in shock as copies of Stiles text to Scott were laid before her. The horror of how her son had ignored his best friend, the hurtful words he'd said to Stiles when he was with Allison. What was truly disturbing her were the text she was presented with that showed off Scott planly telling Stiles how weak and unimportant he was. How he was in the way, that he should just leave everyone alone, how Allison and Isaac needed him more. She was sick when during on angry text Stiles had sent to Scott abut getting his head out of Allison ass, how she was using him just like he was using her was he had told Stiles to quit being whinny and go and die. How could her baby boy have become such a monster. 'Because he's the child of one.' a voice whispered in her mind as she recalled her husband's abuse.

"Mrs. McCall I'm sorry to ask this but were you aware of anything?"

"No..I thought..I thought every thing was okay..I took extra shifts. I should have stayed home more..I should have done something."

"I understand that this is hard your son.."

"That monster is not my son!"

[Verse 2]
Three days no sleeping, he gave up eating,
He sold his mother's rings, she said nothing,
And pretended not to know...
He started stealing, to supply the feeling,
Found out he pulled a knife, on someone's wife...
And held it to her throat.

Scott sat in the empty interrogation room. He couldn't believe it..it couldn't be true. Stiles couldn't be dead. He just couldn't they had just spoken hours ago..hadn't they? After several moments he realized he couldn't remember the last time he spoke to or saw Stiles. He could recall the last time he spoke and saw Allison, Isaac Lydia..hell even Derek but not Stiles. The quilt was settling into his stomach as one of the officers opened the door but what made it worse and the self hate sink in completely to let him know how fucked over he was was here his mother. His own mother shouting.

'That monster is not my son!'

All he wanted to do was sob.

[Extended Chorus]
But I can still remember what his face looked like,
When I found him in an alley in the middle of the night.
Tell me what you know! Tell me what you gone and done now!
Tell me what you know! Tell me what you gone and done now!
A gun would do the trick, get it over with,
You're better off...

"Mr. McCall," The deputy started.

"Is it true?" Scott interrupted getting to his feet. "Is is true he's...he's gone?" he said his voice breaking.

For a moment the deputy felt pity for the boy, he's best friend was dead, but it didn't last. He hadn't been the best friend Stiles had been for him. He had left the boy alone and even encouraged his death.

"Yes Mr. McCall he is dead." the deputy said. "Now sit down so we can talk. I have several questions to ask you and it will go faster if you cooperate with me."

Scott sat down all thoughts of what could have happened to his friend flowing through his mind but nothing clicked.

"We have several copies of texts on Stiles and your phone that confirm, not only did you bully Mr. Stilinski but encouraged his self harm and his death. "

"I did not!" Scott half roared before the deputy dropped several sheets of paper on the table in front of Scott.

"Does this look like you didn't?" The deputy snapped.

Scott looked at the papers and read in horror as his own words were show to him, he hadn't meant them. He'd just been angry and want more time with...he was an idiot. And now it cost him more then his friends life.
To take all that you've got and burn it on the spot,
Just to get high-igh, igh, igh (high-igh, igh, igh).
Tell me what did, where you gone and hid?
Show me, is what you really want, watching what you've got
Slowly...!
Circling the drain, throw it all away,
Just to get high-igh, igh, igh (high-igh, igh, igh).
High-igh, igh...oooooh!

(High-igh-igh-igh, high-igh-igh-igh)
High
(High-igh-igh-igh, high-igh-igh-igh)
High
'His whole life is going to be ruined.'

'I know those records are kept permantly in data bases, not to meantion I d sent them out to most known police data bases. So even if he moved and went to another school they'd watch him to make sure he didn't bully another student to death.' Stiles replied as he watched Scott break down before demanding to know while Allison was arrested.

'Still thinking with his dick.' his sister muttered

'One track mind I told you.' Stiles said with a sigh before they left the room. He approached the sobbing Mrs. McCall from where she sat in the chair. 'I'm sorry.' he said softly to her even though he knew she couldn't hear him. He wrapped his arms around her in a brief hug before letting her go.

"Stiles?" she stuttered out before her mind caught up with her and she knew he was gone. "I'm sorry Stiles..oh my gods I'm sorry." she muttered.

'Can she?' Stiles said softly

'No she can't see us, she might be able to hear us a bit but she works in a hospital around the dead so I'm sure we aren't the first spirits she's encountered.' she added pulling Stiles away. 'Let's go check on the next one shall we? And who shall it be?'

'Yes and Lydia.'

Tell me what you know! Tell me what you gone and done now!
Tell me what you know! Tell me what you gone and done now!
A gun would do the trick, get it over with,
You're better off...
To take all that you've got and burn it on the spot,
Just to get high-igh, igh, igh (high-igh, igh, igh).
Tell me what did, where you gone and hid?
Show me, is what you really want, watching what you've got
Slowly...!
Circling the drain, throw it all away,
Just to get high-igh, igh, igh, igh
Just to get high-igh, igh, igh, igh
Circling the drain, throw it all away,
Just to get high-igh, igh, igh, igh.