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Alone.
Stiles sits there on his bed looking at the razor blade in his hand, "Do I really wanna do this?" He asks himself out loud. He thinks back over how he has no one to talk to, no one cares about him. Scott is back with allison so stiles isnt a thought in his mind. Lydia is happy with Jackson not that he ever had a chance with her. Derek has his pack, and stiles isn't in it. The wolf basically said as much to his face.
Stiles presses the blade into the skin of his wrist and hisses when it cuts him, it hurts but that's the point isn't it. He drags the blade across his wrist thinking of the last time he saw the alpha.
Derek stood there infront of stiles in his yard, "Go home stiles." He says to him.
"Derek I can help. Please let me help." Stiles begs.
Derek sighs and looks at the kid, "I don't need any help stiles. Peter is working on it."
Stiles swallows, Derek would rather trust his crazy uncle than stiles. "Okay. Goodbye Derek." Stiles gets back into his jeep and drives away.
Stiles lifts the blade seeing a nice straight cut flowing blood onto his hand and bed. It's been two weeks since he last saw Derek. Since he said goodbye. Derek doesnt care about him, doesn't want his help. His dad is always working, never has time for stiles.
Stiles is starting to feel light headed so he stands up and he sways now feeling very dizzy. "Shit. I need to stop the bleeding." He mumbles to himself. Stiles stumbles over to his bathroom and grabs a rag, he presses it against the cut before he passes out from the blood loss. He hits the ground making a loud noise but there's no one around to hear it. Stiles is alone.