CRY BABY
by
MELANIE MARTINEZ

You're so stupid.

Bad and degrading thoughts like angels weren't exactly hard to come by, but angel felt that hers were like parasites, taking everything and anything and making them horrible.

The girl angrily wiped the tears from her face and got up from her bed.

She was angry.

But not at Stiles, or even Scott.

She was angry at herself.

Why was she letting such a little thing get to her this much? It was just a crush and soon it wouldn't matter.

But if that was the case, why did it hurt so bad?

You're pathetic.

She tugged at the ponytail she had just wrapped her hair in and slipped her phone into her back pocket, the headphone wire sticking out and the buds in her ears.

Angel let out a deep breath that she didn't even know she was holding as she opened her door and paced down the stairs.

"Oh...hey honey, where you going?"

The girl turned to the voice to see her mom sitting on the couch with a cup of coffee in her hands, a sympathetic smile on her face.

The second the girl had got home from school, Mellisa noticed the tears that were in her eyes and falling down her cheeks so she had insisted she tell her what happened.

Angel had only told her main pieces of the story before rushing up to her room.

"I'm gonna go on a run for a bit, I just need to clear my head." Angel bit at the inside of her cheek, trying not to bad mouth Scott to the woman.

Mellisa nodded and got up from her seat, placing her mug down on the table next to her, and came up to her before wrapping her in a hug.

She's pitying you.

Angel held her breath in an attempt to keep the tears at bay. "Stay safe, okay?" the woman pulled back and cupped angels cheeks with her hands.

"I will."

Angel smiled at her mom before turning to walk out the door.

Melissa stared at the now-closed door with a sigh, she knew that the reason she left was so that she wouldn't see her cry.

The teenage girl hated it, hated the unwanted attention it brought and the sympathetic and pity-filled apologies that followed.

....

Angelica liked to run, she liked the free feeling and effect it gave, the wind biting the skin on her arms and legs as she coursed through it.

She never had a specific destination but it didn't matter, she just let her legs carry her wherever they wanted her to go.

But this time was different.

Her legs weren't carrying like they normally did.

This time her feet were clashing off the ground in such a forceful manner, her shoes scuffing off the dirtied path in front of her as she ran through the woods.

"Your such a crybaby, Angelica."

That voice.

That voice wasn't her own.

But instead her fathers.

Flashes of when she was a kid dotted her mind with memories, the times were her tears would fall from her big eyes and down her small face.

Her father would always tut at her.

And he was right.

Her teeth gritted as she yet again wiped her tears with anger, forcing her body to go faster.

She went on the run to try to clear her head from the bad thoughts but it only seemed to enhance them, making them seem louder as they sang in her head.

She wished the ground she ran on was a sheet of thin ice, wishing that if her shoes hit off of it hard enough it would crack and crack and crack until it swallowed her up.

Her limp body slowly sinking to the bottom as she let the water swallow her whole, surrounded by nothing but darkness as the freezing water sealed her fate.

The girl stopped and dropped to her knees, constantly wiping her eyes as more tears fell.

They just kept falling and she couldn't stop them.

And the sad fact was—she wasn't even crying about stiles anymore.

It was about everything and anything all at once.

About her father, about Scott, about Stiles, about how her life had flipped completely upside down with one stupid bite.

On one stupid night.

The moonlight cast over the path and over her body when she suddenly stopped crying.

It was like everything stopped all at once.

The feeling of her heart splintering had suddenly calmed.

Angel lazily stumbled up onto her feet, wiping the back of her hand under her nose as she mustered enough strength to get up.

Then it hit her, a rotting smell.

The girl gagged and held the hand up to her mouth, the foul smell almost causing her to throw up.

When she started to walk back from where she was originally down on her knees, her foot hit off something soft.

Slowly she turned her head back to see what she had walked into before realizing how dark it had become, the girl ripped out her phone and quickly turned on her flashlight to see a horrifying sight in front of her.

A dead body.

Her eyes were wide with shock.

And then—she screamed.

....

Sheriff Stilinski was stood tall in front of her alongside two other deputies who had been asking her questions for what seemed like hours.

Not that she was paying attention anyway.

"Alright, I think that's enough for tonight, the poor girls probably tired and just wants to go home." The man said as he ushered them to walk away.

Once they were gone he turned back to her and slipped off his coat, wrapping it around her shoulders that were freezing to the touch.

"Here, I'm sorry about all that." He said in reference to the bombardment of questions. "It's fine." She replied, her voice was quiet and vulnerable.

She hugged the jacket to her body as she finally felt a sense of comfort, sheriff had always brought that to her ever since she was only a little kid.

Him being the sheriff and stiles' father clearly had its perks.

That was until she heard her name being called, a voice Frantically calling her name as if their life depended on it.

And Angelica could recognize that voice anywhere.

"Stiles?"

She weaved threw the cops to meet the boy she loved as he turned her way, "What the hell are you doing here?" She asked him.

But the boy didn't answer.

He just walked to her and crumbled into her arms, near tears and utterly beaten by the stressful day.

He had no idea what to say to her or how to say it so he simply hugged the girl, she was okay and that's what truly mattered.

He wanted to apologize.

Wanted to wipe the tears that stained her face and kiss it better but he knew he couldn't.

The words wouldn't come out even if he tried so he kept his mouth shut and held her tightly in his arms, not letting go.

AU-
For anyone who thinks angel
Was overreacting...she wasn't.
I can't really explain why now
But it will make a little more sense soon I promise:)