Shattered Wings ⇢ teen wolf // stiles stilinski

Chapter Forty- Tenshi

"Let me in, come on." Scott knocked at my door.

"No." I said muffled from hugging the blanket. I was still sitting behind the door.

"What's wrong? You can't stay in there forever you know." He whined.

"Yes I can. I have ten cans of Pringles in here." I sighed back.

"Ten cans-- You know what? I'm forcing the door open if you don't open it." He said.

I slid away from the door and laid in the corner of the wall and my bed. Closing my eyes, Stiles' rant replayed in my mind.

I heard the door open and I put the blanket over my face, "Go away."

"No." He said sternly, kneeling next to me.

"Why?" I whined as he lifted the blanket from my face.

"Because you're my friend, and I care about you. And this is the first form of sadness you've had since the-- thing. We were all starting to worry you had no feelings." He said with a sorrow look.

"Yeah, well, I have feelings. Goodnight." I said sassily and put the blanket back over my face.

"No, no, no." He said, pulling my blanket off.

I groaned from the loss of warmth and he threw it to the other side of the room.

"Wow." He said once he saw what I looked like.

I narrowed my eyes, "Thanks."

"Come here." He sat down and hugged me from the side.

"I don't think I'll ever feel happiness again." I muttered.

"Why do you say that?" He said concerned.

"First my own dad tortures me and sets my house on fire, now I have a Peter walking around in my mind, and now Stiles--"

"Stiles? What happened with Stiles?"

I sighed, "People were staring at me, I ranted to him about it, might've said something like 'my dad set my house on fire with me in it. So what?'. Then he did a minute rant at me and I haven't seen him since. It's been five hours and nineteen minutes and twenty seconds."

"So what? You really think your dad torturing you for half of your life and then almost murdering you is a 'so what' situation?" Scott huffed.

"Here we go again. I'll be downstairs. Tell me if you need any visions or help from the Peter in my mind." I groaned starting to stand up.

"No, just-- I mean-- he was right. We could've lost you." Scott stood, blocking the doorway.

"It wouldn't have been a big deal." I muttered, pushing past him and walking into the hallway.

"Wouldn't have been a big deal? Isabel, we care about you. A lot. What makes you think that?" He said loudly as I went downstairs.

"Stiles is the smart one, you're the werewolf one, Allison's the huntress. And what am I? Oh, that's right. The one with the psychotic werewolf uncle stuck in their head, and a murderous dad on the loose trying to kill me! Oh, and don't forget the visions and ability to get other's injuries, which is completely pointless and unhelpful." I ranted, speedwalking to the couch.

"Isabel, we wouldn't have been able to get through half of this supernatural crap without you. Remember the night at the school when Peter chased us around? You helped with that. Your visions have helped us a lot. Hell, you even knew Jackson was the kanima before all of us. Peter's an annoying ass, and-- your dad.. He isn't your fault." Scott said truthfully, standing in front of me.