Hello Teen Wolf fanatics! Here is the first chapter of my next big story, "I'm Done." I hope you all enjoy the story and please follow and review!

Summary: It's been five years since Stiles left Beacon Hills in hopes of never returning but now that he's back, will he be able to rebuild his friendships? Will Stiles and Lydia finally have a chance? #Stydia

Chapter One: Letting Go

"I'm done, Scott." Stiles said numbly.

"W-what do you mean man?" Scott asked questioningly. He knew Stiles had been through a lot but Stiles couldn't mean what he was saying. Stiles couldn't just give up.

"I'm done, I'm out. I can't do this anymore!" Stiles yelled now frustrated he had to spell this out to his so called best friend. He'd been through hell and back this year and after hiding his fear and agonizing anger and regret, he had cracked. Issues that he had buried deep inside him for the past three years all came rushing back in a matter of seconds and his friend just didn't get it. Scott didn't understand what it was like to be so weak while everyone else was so strong. To be controlled by something so sinister, yet know its face as if it was a friend. He didn't understand the guilt that he now held for the rest of his life.

"Stiles, calm down. Look, things got bad okay. People got hurt. But we found the answer. We fixed everything. We saved you alright. You're alive and the nogitsune is dead." Scott said taking another step closer to Stiles.

His best friend was just standing there, silently staring at the gravel in the school parking lot. He'd been quiet for most of the time inside, only answering the questions that wouldn't lead to more questions from the police. He wanted to help, but hell how could he explain everything to them without them thinking he was crazy. Again. The void, the nogitsune, the nematon, it was all because of him. He made the bomb that killed the all those police officers. He was one that told Barrow to kill Kira. He was the one that twisted the sword lodged in Scott's stomach.

Everything was so messed up. The way Stiles' father just looked at the dead body of yet another student, unmoving.

Silence covered the school as a group EMTs carried Aiden's lifeless body onto a gurney. Everyone was stunned. The nogitsune was dead, Allison was dead and now Aiden was dead.

Scott's dad was the first to take action. Both he and the Sheriff made a plan that placed no blame on any of kids. It was almost funny, how two trusting law officials could concoct such a great false alibi for their kids.

"…..things will never be okay Scott, I killed people. I hurt everyone. Do you know how that feels? To know that I stole the lives of so many innocent people!" Stiles screamed, finally making eye contact with his best friend. His chest hurt and his eyes stung. The emotions of the day began to weigh him down. Hell, the emotions of the year were weighing him down. He couldn't handle it in anymore.

"You weren't you Stiles. You were being controlled. What happen was an accident." Scott couldn't bear looking at his friend's tears any longer but he had to reassure him. He needed Stiles. He needed his best friend and what he was saying wasn't sounding good.

"It doesn't matter! Everyone's dead! And no matter how many times you tell yourself that everything will be okay, Scott, you're wrong! Nothing is okay. Nothing will ever be okay. Allison's dead, alright! She's dead and she's never coming back and it's all because of me. I did this to her. I killed her." Stiles screamed, tears uncontrollably running down his face.

Scott didn't get it. He would never get it. He would never understand the agonizing guilt Stiles felt pulsing through his veins every second of every day.

"You didn't have control, Stiles! You weren't yourself. This is not your fault!" Scott screamed back, frustration laced in his voice.

"But it is, Scott. It is my fault. I let him in at the Eichen House. I let him take me over. I didn't fight him like you think I did. I made it easy for him." Stiles said bitterly.

Stiles sighed. "Look, I'm not telling you this because I want you to reassure me or something. I'm telling you this because I need to let go. I need to let go of everything that this godforsaken town has ever cursed me with. " He continued, suddenly calm. His anger was gone now and all he felt was a heavy sadness taking over his heart. He didn't want to fight. He wanted to say goodbye.

"What are you saying, Stiles?" Scott said even though he knew the answer. He knew his friend had hit his breaking point. Knew he couldn't stand to see the site of anything in Beacon Hills knowing everything he'd done.

"You know what I mean, Scott. I'm leaving and I'm never coming back. I have to get out of here. I have to start over." Stiles admitted, now looked his friend straight in the eyes.

He needed to get through to him.

He needed Scott to understand because even now, when Scott's eyes are filled with such heartache, Stiles still knows he's going to leave. He knows that there is nothing Scott could say or do that would change his mind.

For once, he was saving himself.

"Stiles, we need you. Everything that happen…We get will get through this. We always do." Scott pleaded.

He was losing. He was losing his best friend and there was nothing he could do.

"Not this time."

Scott could feel his anger seeping through his body again. It was their responsibility to protect everyone in Beacon Hills. Why couldn't Stiles see that?

"What about everyone else? Have you told them that you're leaving?" Scott asked quickly, knowing that if he could just get Lydia to talk to Stiles, maybe he would change his mind.

"No and I'm not going to. I don't need anyone trying to talk me out of leaving."

"You can't just leave without saying goodbye, man. That's not you."

"I don't even know who I am anymore, Scott! That's why I'm leaving. I need a chance to find out who I am without all of this supernatural bullshit."

"Beacon Hills is your home." Scott whispered simply. The realization that Stiles was actually leaving was finally sinking in and he was surprised he wasn't so angry anymore. Deep down he knew Stiles was right. He needed to start over. He needed this. And out of all people, Stiles deserved a fresh start more than anybody.

He could be anyone he wanted to be, live any life he wanted. And on some level, Scott was jealous of his best friend. Stiles could leave. Scott couldn't. He had too much responsibility, too much here that needed to be fixed. And even if he left, wouldn't the supernatural follow him? He was in fact, a werewolf.

"Beacon Hills was home. It stopped being my home a long time ago." Stiles said, sounding defeated. He realized their conversation was coming to an end. That their friendship, one that started such a young age, was ending because he was too scared to stay. Too scared to try and fight another problem and lose. That was the real reason Stiles was leaving. The real reason he was leaving Beacon Hills.

He was a coward. He wasn't brave like Scott who fought to protect the weak, or Derek who fought to protect his pack. He wasn't brave like Alison had been or Lydia, who continues to face her banshee powers. He just wasn't like any of them. He was scared, selfish, and stupid. He hated himself for taking the easy way out of this. He hated himself for running, but he didn't know what else to do. He didn't want to die.

It was silent between the young boys for several moments. Both of them stuck in their own thoughts. Stiles always thought that he and Scott would be neighbors one day. Scott would be married to Allison and Stiles would be married to Lydia. They would hang out all the time and their kids would grow up together. But now he was leaving town and things were never going to be the same. Allison was dead, Lydia would likely forget about him, and Scott would never forgive him for leaving town.

The whole situation sucked.

Scott broke the silence when he suddenly pulled Stiles into a warm brotherly hug.

And for one second, Stiles almost changes his mind.

Almost.

"I'm going to miss you man. Stay. Safe. Please." Scott pleaded for the second time. He really wanted Stiles to be safe but most of all, he really wanted Stiles to be happy and if leaving would help him, than he needed to leave.

Stiles sniffed his nose, trying to nonchalantly wipe a tear from his cheek as he nodded in agreement. This was it. He was leaving. He was leaving Beacon Hills and never coming back.

Stiles got into his jeep and started the engine. It would take him and his dad several hours to get to Arizona and the drive out of Beacon Hills was going to be the worse part of it all. He was dreading the drive past the school, the lacrosse field, and the homes of all of his friends.

"Bye Scott." Stiles said, taking one last glance at his friend. He hoped he would find a way one day to forgive for leaving.

"Bye Stiles."

Stiles drove out of the hospital parking lot, not daring to look in the rearview mirror at Scott who was still standing there numbly.

He'll be ok. He'll be ok. Just keep driving. Keep driving, Stiles.

When Stiles arrived at his house everything was packed. Every piece of furniture from the silverware, to the little pictures which hung in the dining room wall, were packed neatly into boxes. The Sheriff had been packing for several hours, not taking a moment to rest. He wanted out of Beacon Hills just as much as his son did.

Sure, he had to resign from his sheriff position quickly, but after the hell he had just seen his son go through, he didn't think twice about moving. This was for the best. There would plenty of job opportunities in Arizona for him and good schools for Stiles, too.

He and Stiles spent the last hour finalizing the packing and making sure everything was packed and not forgotten. Once they said their emotional goodbyes to their house of 20 years, John and Stiles got into the jeep and drove with the movers following closely behind.

As John drove, Stiles watched Beacon Hill flash before his eyes. All the memories, the good and the bad, began to fall behind them and just like the emerging sun, the future seemed just upon the horizon.

So what do you guys think? Chapter one doesn't have much Stydia in it, but I promise there will be plenty of them in the next few chapters. Please don't forget to make a review!