A/N: I do not own Teen Wolf or any of it's characters.

9 Reasons Why

Video 2- Lydia

Stiles face looked out at all of them, his eyes were sombre as he looked into the camera. They all held their breath as they waited for him to speak, when he did it came out cold and calculated.

"I'm assuming that I timed everything right and that the whole pack is at my house right now, and you may have already figured out that I am not there. I haven't been for hours...well...I think it's been hours. After all, these videos are on a timer and I could be wrong, maybe my phone died and your all watching these in the...Oops, almost let something slip there huh? I know something you don't know." Stiles sang the words over and over for a few seconds before giggling madly. "Sorry, I'm a bit drunk, after all, how could I do this sober? I don't mean the videos, but what the videos conclusion is. I'm sure your all dying for me to get to the point though huh?"

The group looked at one another worriedly then looked back at Stiles.

"Lydia, oh my sweet beautiful Lydia. I wondered you know, why you hid so much of yourself away from the world, why you didn't reveal the wonderful mind behind that oh so perfect face. Then I realized something, something very interesting about you." Stiles focused on the camera again and his face was completely serious as he muttered the next words. "You're afraid. Of everything. Oh yes, I know, I know what it's like to be afraid. Afraid of love, afraid to have real friendships, afraid someone will see something that you don't want them to, afraid that you will slip up and someone will suspect that there is something else inside of you. Something dark, something angry; I know this because I'm the exact same way, except I cover up my fear and my anger with flirty comic relief and you...well your kind of a bitch huh?" Lydia flinched at the words and she felt everyone look at her.

"Sorry, too harsh? Well, that was rude wasn't it? I'm sorry Lydia, really I am. I wish things could have been different , I wish we could have been friends. I wish that we could have told each other things, things that no one else knew about us. Like this, I will share something personal with you. I'm not in love with you, never have been. I needed someone untouchable, someone who would never respond to my feelings...I needed someone to hide behind. I'm not saying that you are not crush worthy, you are, just not for me. I have secrets Lydia and one of them is that I was always the boy who liked boys but couldn't bring himself to be brave and come out like Danny. That's okay though, considering the man I fell for was just as unattainable as you, with all your perfect beauty." Stiles laughed again but they could tell from the hitch in his breath that he was holding back a sob.

"Maybe if we had been friends, real friends, you could have prevented this night. Probably not, but one can dream yes? I don't really blame you...well I kind of do, after all I tried very hard to be friends with you, to get you to open up to me. I was always pushed roughly away, and that wouldn't have been so bad if I couldn't see how much you wanted that kind of connection with me as well, I could see it in your eyes. I could feel it in the way you clung to me even as you pushed me away." Stiles eyes teared up and and he looked to the side as they fell down his face.

"I just wanted a friend Lydia, someone I could talk to. I'm so alone, always alone, always the one that people don't need unless it's something THEY need. All of you are guilty of that, well...all but one. We'll get to that later though." Stiles wiped the tears away and looked right back at the camera, fire once again in his eyes, but this time it was filled with anger and pain instead of his usual determination.

"I sent you this video so that you could know how I felt when I decided to do this tonight, so that you know the hand you played in this night. You were not the grand orchestra, that's lucky number ten, but you had a part to play and I wanted you to know what it was before this happened. I know the pack is with you, or I at least hope they cared enough to come at all, so you might as well know who the next person is. Oh Jackson, what do I need to talk to you about? Let's find out." Stiles looks at his watch with bleary eyes. "You have five minutes to find Jackson if you are not already with him. Goodbye Lydia." Stiles blew a kiss to the phone and then the screen went black.

Lydia felt the tears on her face as her heart clenched with loss. She looked at the pack and noticed the looks of pity or bewilderment but mainly she noticed the red eyes glowering in her direction and the low growl permeating the air.

"We need to see where Stiles scent leads, I don't like this." Derek's words shook them all out of their frozen shocked states and they nodded, Boyd and Isaac went towards the house to search the outside of the building while Scott and Derek headed towards Stiles' bedroom. They looked around the room in shock as they realized it was trashed.

Stiles room looked as if a tornado had taken refuge within it's walls for a good couple of hours. They both looked towards the bed where a single piece of paper was lying with Stiles' handwriting. Scott ran over and grabbed it quickly with Derek reading over his shoulder.

Down the rabbit hole and back again, looks like you found a dead-end.

They both looked at one another before the clue reached Derek's brain and he took in the scent of the room. Stiles' scent was no where to be found, in it's place was the trace scents of Wolfs bane. Derek growled loudly and cursed under his breath.

"Dammit Stiles!" Derek's' hands balled into fists as he jumped out the window to the outside of the house and met up with Isaac and Boyd who both had a confused and angry looks on their faces.

"His scent is gone, it just vanishes." Isaac's voice is high-pitched and filled with panic. Derek goes and puts a reassuring hand on his shoulder. Derek's eyes take in the rest of the pack surrounding him and he meets Jackson's eyes last.

"He covered his trail with Wolfs bane so that we couldn't track him. Damn him and his brain. Boy's too smart for his own good." He sighed loudly and almost jumped when Jackson's phone went off in the boy's tight grip.

Jackson's eyes bugged out of his head and he just shook his head back and forth staring at the phone. He looked up at Derek, terror plain in his face and Derek reached for the phone and took it out of Jackson's hand and opened it to play the message as the pack once again gathered around.

They all stared at the screen when Stile's face reappeared, none of them wanting to hear the words any longer, but none daring to leave.