Notes:

It's chapter two! Yay!

I like writing everyone's perspectives; it's fun to get into the mind of the characters. But I gotta make sure I don't make them seem like Stiles.

Anyway, enjoy so far...

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Peter POV:

Lydia, Allison, and I had hope when Dean came back. Even though Dean never saw Stiles in purgatory, we had hope. Dean talked about purgatory as a wide and vast place; maybe he just missed Stiles. And Castiel was still there, so eventually, Stiles would've come too. We were worried because it was dangerous. Stiles was a hunter, but he wasn't that kind of hunter. He wasn't weak, but he wasn't a Winchester. Six months and Castiel came back. He came back without Stiles. He hadn't seen him either. Was it because Stiles was already dead? Did he get ripped to shreds by leviathans? Or was it some other stupid monster? Or did he die before he even went through the portal? Why is he coming back? We need him to come back. Nobody is the same. We won't ever be.

I'm not one to really get sentimental, but I've already lost my pack once; I don't know if I can handle it again. The rest of the pack is in shambles; we were only a pack because Stiles brought us together. Without him, we're just loose friends, roommates, acquaintances. Definitely not a pack. I took some time to myself; I grieved. But I eventually came back. I couldn't leave Malia. She was just a pup. She had no control. I had to do something. We eventually left Beacon Hill's and went back to the apartment, but it just wasn't the same.

I wasn't the same either. During my little bout of grief, I may or may not have run into a rogue alpha. And I may or may not have taken my anger out on that alpha. And that alpha may have died. And suddenly, I found myself with red eyes. But I haven't told anyone. Nobody would understand me—nobody except for styles. I just want him to come back.

Lydia POV:

Stiles never came back. We waited and waited and waited and waited. It's been About seven months. It's about to reach the eighth month. And he is still nowhere to be found. Dean came back, and his angel friend came back. But Stiles is still nowhere to be found. I cried and cried and cried. I screamed when he entered the portal, but then Dean came back out alive. So doesn't that just mean Stiles is trapped in purgatory? That he's not dead. Doesn't that mean there's some way we can save him? I mean, I heard from Sam that the angel got into purgatory. If that's the case, what's stopping me from doing that?

Apparently, Sam is going to stop me. Apparently, if I were to do what Castiel did to get into Purgatory, I would rerelease the leviathans. And so that option disappeared quite quickly. I can see all my friends around me in despair. Peter fucked off to who knows where for about two months. When he came back, he was quiet and didn't talk to anyone but Malia. Allison was depressed for a few months and then got back into school. She's acting like she's okay, but she's not. I can still hear her sometimes cry at night. Malia is sad, but she got over it very quickly. She likes Stiles, I'm sure, but she lived most of her life as a coyote, and you can't really fret over death when you have to survive. I don't know. That's just my take on it.

I was taking time traveling between school and our apartment and going back to Beacon Hills. Stiles' father took the news badly, to say the least. At least now he's out of the hospital, but he's not doing much better. He sits in his house all day, staring at a picture of Stiles. He's on paid leave from the Sheriff's station. The story going around Beacon Hill's is that styles disappeared, and nobody knows where he went. The public story is people think that he's been kidnapped, but everyone who's in the know knows that it's not that simple. And as the more time passes, the bleaker it looks for the sheriff of ever finding his son again.

But it's true the longer Stiles spends in purgatory, the more chance he has to get killed by some monster there. I believe in Stiles. I truly do, but could you survive for eight months battling monsters every day. And if he does survive, what will he turn into? What will he become by the end? I just want him to come home. I just want Stiles back.

Allison POV:

I was so hopeful when Dean came back. I know Stiles only recently became a hunter, and he doesn't have many hunts under his belt yet, but he's smart and resourceful, and I believe he could come out of Purgatory alive. If it's a dean for months, they may be double that for Stiles. He may be less experienced, but he has a big brain. He could figure out things that nobody else can. I believe he'll come back. I'm not like Peter or Lydia, who helps but doesn't believe in it. They want him to come back, but they don't believe he will. They stare off into space for hours at a time with a sad look on their face.

I was committed to waiting for eight months. Surely after eight months, Stiles would come back. I believed. So I went back to school. I may have tunneled into my work a little bit too much, but if I didn't, all I would be able to do was sit around and think about styles and wait for him to come back. I tried to just let my life move on while I waited.

I made a friend. We were already friends before, but I told her a bit about Stiles and how he disappeared, and we've gotten closer. Kira is a really nice friend, and I'm almost positive she's not human. But I don't want to fling it on her just yet that I know. Also, I have a feeling she doesn't know it herself. So I'll wait maybe for Stiles to come back and help me with this. He was always good with these types of things.

After Dean's friend came back six months after the initial disappearance into purgatory, I was even more hopeful than before. But I think I'm the only one who thought like that. As time progressed on, Peter and Lydia got more distant. I agree with Peter that we were all really friends together because Stiles was there with us. And now that Stiles is gone, we're just hopeless.

I really hope Stiles will come back soon. I really can't wait.

Malia POV:

Stiles is gone. I don't exactly understand what happened, but he's gone. Peter, Lydia, and Allison tell me he'll be back. But that's just words. Their scents believe that he's dead or gone or never coming back.

As time passes, they get more and more sad. I don't feel what they feel. I miss him. But it lasted for a few days.

The week after he disappeared, I was hanging around with Derek. But he disappeared quite quickly. He cries a lot. And not too long after Peter came back and told me to come with him and we left back to their house. I remember we came to Beacon Hill's for something, but after Stiles disappeared, it was forgotten. I don't exactly remember either, but I'm sure it wasn't too important. If Allison is telling the truth, I can always ask Stiles again when he comes back. Well, whenever that is.

I think everyone wants him to come back. I don't really have any feelings on the matter. But everything was really fun when Stiles was here, so I kind of want him back too.

Derek POV:

He's dead. He's gone. I'm cursed. Everyone I ever loved dies. My family, my pack, everything gets ruined because of me. Maybe it's better for everyone if I just go away. Maybe I should just distance myself from everyone forever. I should've done that before Stiles got mixed up with me. Maybe it could've saved him. Maybe he could be alive right now. Damn it!

Bobby POV:

I woke up from the hospital learning that three boys who I thought of as family were just gone. Not dead, but sucked up back into purgatory with all the leviathans. I stayed behind with Sam for a month to take care of the sheriff until he was well enough to get out of the hospital.

I had a new scar on the side of my head. But I was lucky that was all I got. The doctor said that I was very lucky to have survived. And that whoever pulled me out of the way of the bullet, I should be thanking them. And I would be if I could see Dean. But two months after the initial disappearance, I did see him. I was tinkering away in my shop, fixing an old car that I've been working on for a few months. And Dean Winchester walks up no worse for wear; I got a sense of déjà vu from when he came back from hell. Of course, I tested him repeatedly and welcomed him with open arms after I was sure he was actually Dean.

I called Sam to let him know a few weeks after, and we told the sheriff, and we called Stiles' friends. And we waited until Stiles exited Purgatory.

As we were losing hope, Castiel appeared, or at least that's what Dean said. I haven't had the chance to see the angel myself, but Dean said he saw him three times. I spread the information once again, and we were hopeful again.

But as more time passes, it's looking more and more bleak. It took Dean four months to come home. It took Castiel for six months. How long do we have to wait for Stiles to come home?

Stiles POV:

After I walk through the portal, I found myself flat on my face somewhere in the middle of the woods. I was still holding my weapon, and my face was covered in dirt. But I wasn't in Purgatory anymore. For the fact that there was sunlight on my face. It was all dreary and dark in purgatory, just as you would imagine where monsters would be. Though not everyone there was a monster, I guess. I have no idea how long I was in there for. It felt like three months, but I can't be sure. Laura and Talia obviously don't know how time flows between Purgatory and Earth because they would never be able to come back out. So it's up to me to figure out how long I've actually been in there. But that is for later; for now, I have to figure out where the fuck I am. Why did it spit me out in the middle of nowhere? Like the least I could do would put me somewhere where there are other humans. I'm not like Dean; I don't know how to track my way out of a forest.

"This is just freaking great!" I sarcastically grumble to myself.

Of course, nobody hears me because I'm alone in this dense forest again in the middle of nowhere. After all, I don't know where I am.

It took me two days to figure out how to get out of that freaking forest. And unfortunately, since I am on earth, I got hungry, and I had to eat a freaking rabbit. I had to hunt and kill a freaking rabbit. I never want to do that again. It was so cute, but I had to kill it because I was so hungry. Honestly, I may have cried while having to kill that rabbit, but nobody was around, and nobody saw my tears. At least I knew how to build a fire. It took me two hours, but I finally figured out the method on how to do it. Also, I finally gathered enough patience to sit down and do it.

Anyway, the real problem was when I got out of the forest, the only thing that I hit was a single road going in both directions as far as the eye can see, and all I could see was trees. I had to pick a direction and hope for the best. It took me a few minutes to decide which way to go, but I eventually decided on the left and just kept walking. I never saw any cars going either way. I saw no indication of any towns or anything really. It took me all the way until nightfall on the third day until I found a road sign telling me that in one mile, there was a gas station.

Luckily the gas station was right next to a town, and I eventually figured out that I was in ugly enough Canada. I was in some forest in Canada that I can't pronounce the name of. Now I was going to have to cross the border back into America, oh how fun. I had no money for the first day after I reached civilization. But I was lucky because the old lady who ran a diner that was like five minutes away from the gas station saw my terrible state and gave me a free meal. So that was nice.

And later in the day, I didn't want to do this, but someone had dropped their wallet and drove away, and when I picked it up there were 50 bucks in it, and I'm not gonna lie, I kept the 50 bucks, actually I kept the whole wallet. I bought myself a backpack, and I brought some clothes, and I bought a disposable cell phone with his credit card. And I tried to call Peter, but his phone wasn't working. And I tried to call the sheriff's station, but they told me it wasn't funny to make a joke. I don't know what anyone said, but it's not like I was dead.

I spent the credit card as much as I could before it was canceled. And I got myself back into the states, not 100% legally, but I didn't exactly get into Canada 100% legally either. I wasn't sure where to head to first. I was debating against Beacon Hill's and going back to the apartment. I realized eight months had passed, and I assumed everyone went back to school. My car must be still at my dad's house. Right? Unless Peter took it back.

Well, either way, my dad would probably drive me, or Peter would come to pick me up. With that decision, I decided to head back to Beacon Hill. I was closer anyway; it's probably the smarter choice.

I still can't believe I was gone for eight months. It definitely did not feel like eight months though I'm not exactly sure how many months it felt like I was away. I definitely could probably outrun Peter right now without getting tired. That being said, I think I build up some muscle and more muscle than when I trained with Bobby. Also, another reason why I bought a backpack was so that I could hide my tooth weapon. It was like a second hand for me. I was so used to using it as a weapon now that a knife just wasn't the same anymore. My hair definitely grew out, enough that I feel like I need to cut it now. I don't think I was ever suited for the long hairstyle type. And I also need to shave. I didn't really think about it while I was in purgatory. I mean, I don't think the monsters cared whether I had extra hair or not; I think I was still the meal they wanted either way.

Anyway, it's gonna take me at least four days to get to Beacon Hill's. Four days is a long journey. And before I start this journey I need a nap. So I bought a hotel room and decided to sleep my problems away for one night. And in the morning, I'll head over the back to Beacon Hill's and tell everyone that I'm alive and hopefully not get yelled at. I mean, like, how was I supposed to know that standing too close to a dying leviathan would suck me into purgatory? I feel like they shouldn't be able to get angry at me.

It's gonna be a long week. I wonder why this feels more tiring than a day in purgatory?

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Notes:

Let me know what you guys think so far!

omg, this is edited like shit but i need y'all to live with it.