"Fuckin' Perfect"
Made a wrong turn once or twice
Dug my way out, blood and fire
Bad decisions, that's alright
Welcome to my silly life
Erica watched the scene before her as she twirled a finger in her hair she didn't know what to do. She knew her new found confidence having been nothing but an act. Hiding her self behind a leather jacket and push up bra. She moved forward catching Stiles attention. He reached out and pulled the curl she had in her hands away and gave her a smile.
"You know..you always looked cute when you let your hair down. No hair spray. No moose. No pulling it back." Stiles told her. "Just wild and free. Just like you always wanted to be."
"And I'm not." Erica said. "Wild or free. So many bad decisions.."
Mistreated, misplaced, misunderstood
Miss 'No way, it's all good'
It didn't slow me down.
Mistaken, always second guessing
Underestimated, look I'm still around
"You underestimated your self. You didn't slow down. Just so high on power and the freedom after being sick for so long. You let it go to your head. You were always strong Erica. So fucking perfect and yet you threw it all away. You made yourself ugly when you took the bite." Stiles said firmly twisting the curl hard making it hurt Erica but she didn't try to pull away. She could see his arms perfectly. You'd think a spirit wouldn't want to bear the marks of their death but there they were. Several lines sliced through his wrists. The whimper she let out was loud and it had everyone's attention.
Pretty, pretty please, don't you ever, ever feel
Like you're less than fucking perfect
Pretty, pretty please, if you ever, ever feel
Like you're nothing, you're fucking perfect to me
You're so mean (so mean) when you talk (when you talk)
About yourself. You were wrong.
Change the voices (change the voices) in your head (in your head)
Make them like you instead.
The next words that came out of Stiles mouth didn't sound like Stiles. It was Erica's own voice. "You freak! Loser! You're worthless! You can't do anything right. You're just a sick little girl! You can't do anything right."
Erica's eyes watered as Stiles let go of her hair. In her anger she brought her hand up to hit him the wolf in her hating those words. Stiles caught her wrist and the other one when she brought it up but the flow of words didn't stop. They got worse and Erica started to sob as her wrists started to burn. Stiles wasn't even holding them tight but they hurt. Like something sharp was digging into them it took a moment for the others to realize Erica's wrist were bleeding under Stiles hands.
So complicated,
Look how we all make it.
Filled with so much hatred
Such a tired game
It's enough, I've done all I could think of
Chased down all my demons
I've seen you do the same
(Oh oh)
Erica cried harder as the words got worse and more realistic. It was everything that had been in her head. All of it and she hated her self more and more as her knees gave out but she was still being held up by Stiles grip on her wrists.
"Stiles...please stop." Boyd said no longer being able to watch it. "STILES!" he shouted when the other didn't seem to hear him. Stiles blinked and the words stopped and he let go of Erica who collapsed to the ground.
"You.." Stiles said shaking his head. "Not so fun to have everything in your head spat back at you. You're your own worse enemy..don't take much to image if it was some one you care for and love doing it." he said simply crossing his arms. He was still so angry and it almost consumed him there. He could have done much worse and he didn't.
Pretty, pretty please, don't you ever, ever feel
Like you're less than fucking perfect
Pretty, pretty please, if you ever, ever feel
Like you're nothing, you're fucking perfect to me
Boyd moved forward no one stopping him as he gathered Erica in his arms. He knew that she had issues but he hadn't imaged. The thought of Erica doing what Stiles had done..it killed him inside. Things would be better but he understood. They weren't forgiven. Not yet..and maybe no ever. But damn it they would try and they would try together. He wasn't going to abandon Erica.
The whole world's scared, so I swallow the fear
The only thing I should be drinking is an ice cold beer
So cool in lying and we try, try, try but we try too hard
And it's a waste of my time.
Done looking for the critics, cause they're everywhere
They don't like my jeans, they don't get my hair
Exchange ourselves and we do it all the time
Why do we do that, why do I do that (why do I do that)?
(Yeah! Oh!)
Oh, pretty, pretty, pretty
Erica was held in Boyd's arms sobbing. Sobbing for everything she lost and had thought she gained only to realize she had lost more in the progress. It would take so long for Stiles to forgive..if he ever did. She hated he wasn't looking at her now. That her arms now burned with the marks he'd burned into her wrists so she wouldn't forget. Deaton had looked at them and Jessica informed them that they'd fade..with time..maybe. Stiles was more powerful than her..so not surprising without the human form to restrain it. Well she's lucky it wasn't her pretty face.
Pretty, pretty please, don't you ever, ever feel
Like you're less than fucking perfect
Pretty, pretty please, if you ever, ever feel
Like you're nothing, you're fucking perfect to me
(You're perfect, you're perfect)
Pretty, pretty please, if you ever, ever feel
Like you're nothing, you're fucking perfect to me.