A/N: I'm such a terrible writer I'm sorry🙈 it's just I'm not in town and my wifi isn't working and I'm posting this using my 3G😁 just to assure you folks that I'm not dead, here's a short part of the chapter. I'll post more of the chapter when I get time. Once again I'm really really sorry🙈
____________________________________________________________________________

Scott's POV:
Scott was tired, tired of pretending everything was okay, that everything was normal. When in fact nothing was okay. His best friend had locked himself in his room for about a month, refusing to let anyone talk to him or help him. And Scott couldn't stop worrying. He was afraid of losing Stiles, his brother who had always been there to help him at his worst times. Now when Stiles was going through his worst, there was nothing Scott could do since he had refused all help in any form. Scott had never felt more helpless in his entire life, not when they fought Peter, or Jackson, or Gerard, or Deucalion, not even the Nogitsune. And Scott hated it, hated how he always failed to help Stiles when he needed his best friend the most.

Scott tried to carry his day out as normal, but it was becoming more and more difficult by the day. He still hung out with Kira, went to school, did his homework and projects, played lacrosse and had pack meetings. The only addition to his schedule was now sitting outside Stiles' bedroom door for at least an hour, just trying to convince his brother to come out, to talk to him, to let him help. But each day Scott would get no form of response from the other side of the door, except the occasional frustrated sigh. Scott knew that Stiles himself was sick of being locked in, but he still did it for God knows what reason. Scott didn't understand why Stiles felt so unbelievably guilty, after all no one blamed him for what happened, because everyone knew it wasn't his fault and that he would never do anything to hurt someone if he could help it.

When they defeated the Nogitsune, Scott thought that everything would go back to normal, or as normal as things could get in Beacon Hills. He thought he'd get his sarcastic best friend back, but now nothing good happened. Stiles had locked himself away and what hurt Scott the most was the fact that he could no longer rely on him to be there for him, since Stiles was the only one Scott thought would always be there for him, even if the rest of the world abandoned him. But now with Stiles refusing to make contact and all, Scott felt he had lost the only person he could fully trust and it hurt, it hurt terribly.

Scott was tired and he wanted everything to get better. He wanted to see Stiles as the annoying, sarcastic and spastic teenager who could lighten the darkest of moods with a witty comment, not this depressed, guilty teenager who thought of himself as a murderer. He missed his brother, and wanted to help him more than anything. But all he could do was feel useless.

A/N: this is an extremely sorry excuse for a chapter but part 2 of this chapter will hopefully be much much better. I hope you guys still like it, even though I'm not so pleased with it and I think I'll re-write this when I get time. Comment what you think and don't forget to vote.
~R