Talk to him? She wants to laugh, to scoff at his simple solution to the question of 'How Do You Solve a Problem Like Werewolves?'. If talking to someone had been that easy, if she had even the slightest moment of support through any of this, doesn't he think that she would have?
Instead, she gets teeth and claws in her soft flesh and a dead man in her mind. She gets her friends lying to her, ignoring her in favor for their secrets. She gets to actually be the dumbest girl in school because she didn't realize that it wasn't as bad as no one having time for her it was that no one wanted to give her the time.
If she had only talked to someone. If she had only waited in her best friends room for hours for her to finally return. If she had only sat in her car drying her eyes and waiting for Stiles to come back like he said he would.
If only she had stopped to approach the lurking werewolf standing outside of Scott McCall's house to just explain the things she doesn't even understand.
If only she had someone to talk to.
If only.
"Right, of course," she replies with a tight feeling still settling in her jaw. Her arms cross over her chest, shielding herself as best she can. "Because of all the people that I tried to talk to, I had always considered you the easiest to approach." The emphasis there on 'tried' is more strained than anything, because it still hurts that she could be right in front of them and still end up so far from the truth.
"I just never found the time to -- between my attack on the field, to being shuffled around through my friends misguided attempts to keep me safe, all the way to the traumatic experience of having my subconscious invaded with the mind of a dead man." It's putting it lightly and she knows it. There's no easy way to simply explain away what happened to her.
"I deeply regret not coming to you with my problems," she can feel her jaw tensing, clenching at the end of her statement. She's not even sure why she spoke, why she decided to give him that much of what she's tired of realizing about her situation. Asking Allison about what happened with Jackson that night at Scott's house had derailed into keeping Allison's secret safe, about how her dad couldn't know about her spending time with Scott. No one had any answers for her even when she asked.
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Instead, she gets teeth and claws in her soft flesh and a dead man in her mind. She gets her friends lying to her, ignoring her in favor for their secrets. She gets to actually be the dumbest girl in school because she didn't realize that it wasn't as bad as no one having time for her it was that no one wanted to give her the time.
If she had only talked to someone. If she had only waited in her best friends room for hours for her to finally return. If she had only sat in her car drying her eyes and waiting for Stiles to come back like he said he would.
If only she had stopped to approach the lurking werewolf standing outside of Scott McCall's house to just explain the things she doesn't even understand.
If only she had someone to talk to.
If only.
"Right, of course," she replies with a tight feeling still settling in her jaw. Her arms cross over her chest, shielding herself as best she can. "Because of all the people that I tried to talk to, I had always considered you the easiest to approach." The emphasis there on 'tried' is more strained than anything, because it still hurts that she could be right in front of them and still end up so far from the truth.
"I just never found the time to -- between my attack on the field, to being shuffled around through my friends misguided attempts to keep me safe, all the way to the traumatic experience of having my subconscious invaded with the mind of a dead man." It's putting it lightly and she knows it. There's no easy way to simply explain away what happened to her.
"I deeply regret not coming to you with my problems," she can feel her jaw tensing, clenching at the end of her statement. She's not even sure why she spoke, why she decided to give him that much of what she's tired of realizing about her situation. Asking Allison about what happened with Jackson that night at Scott's house had derailed into keeping Allison's secret safe, about how her dad couldn't know about her spending time with Scott. No one had any answers for her even when she asked.