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Human - Daughter

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Welcome to The Mess I Made in the Tried & True Series!

If you haven't read any of my other stories, it would be helpful for to go back through those before you enter this new world.

If you have already read those...HELLO! It's nice to see you guys again! This is my very own 'Teen Wolf Season 4B'. This story will revolve more around relationships, family, friendship, and an understanding of your own person. So here's a warning; it's going to be triggering and mentally/physically exhausting at times.

Welcome to Cassidy's unstable world.

Human

Underneath the skin there's a human
Buried deep within there's a human
And despite everything I'm still human
But I think I'm dying here

"Okay Cassidy, 10 second deep breath."

Said girl didn't try to be discrete at all as she rolled her eyes at the doctor in front of her. She was tired and cranky; just about ready to run out of the office and straight out of the hospital. But that would just leave her right back to where she started; or worse they would actually lock her up this time. That's about the absolute last thing she wanted right now.

She had been in the hospital for three weeks since her 'accident' had happen. At least that was what she was telling the doctors. The Sheriff and Lydia had come up with the story. Lydia and Cassidy were at the school for a study group and to work on a history project. Cassidy had fallen and the dagger, the object they were doing a 'project' around had stabbed her. Lydia called up the Sheriff, which was her first instinct instead of 911. And they brought her to the hospital. It was a stupid story to believe, but the Sheriff's words held all the power in it, so they believed it.

Who wouldn't believe the Sheriff?

Melissa McCall, that's who. Thankfully she had assigned herself to be Cassidy's nurse. Cassidy hated lying to her parents, but this wasn't the time to start a full blown out supernatural conversation. Except for Andy. He didn't believe a word of it. He made it way clear he was worried about his sister, barely leaving her bedside. But she didn't mind, cause he didn't push her with the 'how are you doing', 'are you sure you're okay' or 'maybe you should talk to someone' questions that had been ambushing her. No, if anything he would try to make her happy. They would watch horrible TV shows and movies or play games.

Not like everyone else.

Because she took antidepressants the doctors thought it was a suicide attempt or a call for help, as they 'nicely put it'. But it was neither. She couldn't help but laugh in their faces. Honestly, if that was what it was, why wouldn't she do something more drastic and why would she do it with Lydia around? The whole thing was completely absurd to her and comical, which just made the doctors even more cautious of her release.

Her health had accelerated quickly. They only had her on the breathing machine for a week and a half. Now it was like she was just a lab rat for them to prod and pinch.

This brought her to where she was now, during one of her daily breathing exercises. It was dumb and she found it completely pointless. But she went through them as quickly as possible to get out of there.

So she took the 10 second deep breath.

"Great." The doctor said, writing something down on his chart. "How are you feeling over all?"

Eyeroll. "Fine."

"Any bad thoughts or feelings you are having?"

Besides the urge to take your stethoscope and strangle you? She thought to herself. "Just want to go home."

He nodded. "Well I think we are at that stage. I want you to stay one more night, but you can be released tomorrow morning."

She could literally feel her body deflate in a sort of happiness. She never wanted to be back in this building again.

The two said their goodbyes and she exited the room. She was half surprised one of her parents weren't sitting outside of the room waiting for her. No, instead it was Stiles sitting in the chair, shaking his leg at a constant steady beat. The second the door opened the magazine he had been reading was pulled down from his face, and thrown on the table next to him.

"How'd it go?" He stood up and stuffed his hands into his pockets.

She left out a sigh; here came more questions. "They are releasing me tomorrow morning." She started walking down the hallways back towards her room.

He jogged to catch up with her. "That's great." He smiled down at her, but she only nodded. "Isn't that great?"

"Yeah." She crossed her arms against her chest.

"Then why aren't you excited?"

Question number three, she counted in her head. "I'm just tired."

"Then why don't you go back to the room and sleep?" His voice was soft with concern.

"I'm going to." She knew she was being short with him, but she just couldn't help it. Every little thing was getting to her; and right now it was mainly Stiles. Like her family, he also hadn't left her side. She had to push him to go to school and to go sleep in his own bed instead of the chair next to her bed. Basically every time she so much as moved he was next to her making sure she was okay or if she needed anything. She understood he was worried about her but she was about ready to put a restraining order against him.

The two quietly finished the walk back to her room. As they entered she found her mother sitting on one of those god awful hospital chairs she had been basically living in and her sister sitting on the bed, watching TV.

"Hi, sissy." Kara bouncing in her spot, beaming up at her.

Cassidy felt a real smile on her face seeing her little sister. "Hey, Little One." She climbed into the bed next to her and she wrapped her arm around the small girl; the two falling back against the pillows.

"How was it?" Teresa turned the TV down and concentrated on her oldest daughter.

"Good, they're releasing me tomorrow morning." She yawed and rested her head against Kara's.

"That's fantastic!" The older women grinned, but saw that her face didn't hold the same enthusiasm. "Why aren't you more excited?"

"I asked the same question." Stiles sat in the chair on the opposite side of the bed.

She closed her eyes and counted down from ten. Maybe she could use the same technique in other settings. "I'm just tired." Her voice held no emotion. "Can we please just drop it?"

"Maybe you should get some sleep."

"Thank you, Stiles, for that riveting knowledge we have already discussed. Maybe you should become a doctor as well." She couldn't even stop the venom that just poured out of her mouth. She was just so damn tired of everyone treating her like she was made of glass and ready to break at any second.

His hands scrubbed his face, annoyed, and his jaw was clenched tight. "I'm going to head out." He stood from his seat; trying really hard to not let his anger show. He knew he wasn't wanted there by her and it made him distressed. "Promised Malia I'd help her study anyways." He walked towards the door and opened it. "I'll see you tomorrow morning for your release." And he closed the door behind him.

Even with him out of the room, the tension was still high. The annoyance present in the air from his words. But the only thing she caught out of what he said was about Malia. Of course he went running to Malia. He didn't get his way with her so he moved on to the next person that he could baby. It was a double negative. Yes, she didn't want him there at the moment but she also didn't want him to be with her. She knew she sounded like a raging, psychotic girlfriend but she couldn't stop it.

The door opened again, this time Andy appearing on the other side.

"Why did I just see Stiles storming down the hallway?" He questioned the three girls in the room.

"How did you even get here?" Teresa sat up in her chair, surprised by her son's appearances.

"Bike." He said nonchalantly, like it was no big deal.

The mother rubbed forehead; her children giving her a headache by their antics. "Andy, take Kara to get a snack" She pulled money out of her purse and handed it to the boy.

The two younger Snyder's left the room, leaving the other two in another tension filled silence.

Cassidy sat on her bed, watching some talk show that was on, and picking at the sleeves of the sweater she was wearing. It was one of the sweaters that Isaac had left behind when he moved. It was thick and it hung loose around her body. It made her feel safe and if she breathed in deep enough she could still smell his cologne mixed into it. Or she had trained herself to have his scent implanted in her head.

Her mother watched her closely, trying to get some kind of reaction from her daughter.

"You want to explain that little outburst?"

"Nope."

"Cassidy, that boy just walked out of here looking like a kicked puppy. All he's been doing is caring about you since you got in here. He's been at your side night and day."

"Yes, I'm quite aware of the never leaving part." She pulled the sweater tight around her body.

"Shrink into that sweater as much as you want, but Isaac is not here to get you out this time."

The younger girl glared over towards her mother. "You're right. If he was here he would have broken me out of this prison by now."

"Why won't you let us look over your well being for once?" Teresa turned the TV off, trying to grab her daughter's full attention.

Instead, she simply shrunk lower in her bed and turned her back towards her mother. "I'm tired. I'm going to sleep for a little."

She could hear the heavy sigh from her mother. "I'm just worried about you, kiddo."

Cassidy ignored her mother's plea and closed her eyes tight. Wanting to get away from the real world.

Something that had definitely changed since her 'accident' was her sleeping situation. The girl that use to only get on average 4 to 5 hours of sleep a night had now been sleeping with no issue. In fact all she did was sleep. She spent more hours of her day in her dreams than anything else. Those dreams were not calming in the least though. They mostly involved her running from something or someone, trying to stay away from death, or her friends being tortured.

Her mind was a mess despite what she told the doctors. But if she ever told them about what played in her head when her eyes were closed, they would lock her up so fast in Eichen House there wouldn't be no time to blink. Hey, maybe she could be bunk bed buddies with Peter Hale. Wouldn't that be a party!

No, the only person she told any of it to was Lydia. The girl that understood her; the girl that had her own plague of nightmares at one time. She didn't judge her and she certainly didn't give her a fake sympathetic smile. Two years ago there would be no chance in hell of the two even coming within 3 feet from each other. Now the two had become best friends. They had relied on each other for support after having both of their best friends ripped from their lives. One worse than the other.

Cassidy didn't know how long she had been out, or even what time it was when she finally awoke later on. All she knew was that the lights were off and there was no sun shining through the window. The only light that was on was coming from the TV. What surprised her more was the boy sitting in the chair next to her bed, watching the TV intently.

"Liam?" Her voice rasped from just waking up.

At the sound of his name he looked over at her with a soft smile.

"What are you doing here?" She sat up against her pillows, attempting to tame her wavy, mess of hair.

"Came by to give my dad dinner, and I thought I'd see how you were." He kicked his legs up so they rested against the bed to get comfortable. Now not worrying about waking her like before.

"How long have you been here?" She looked over to the clock on the TV Box seeing that it was 10 pm.

"About an hour. It's okay, I got a few episodes of The Office in." His head nodded towards the screen.

She chuckled and rested back. The two didn't talk for a while, just watched the show and laughed at Dwight's antics. At a commercial he looked over at her again.

"Heard you get to bust out of here tomorrow. What did you have to do for them to finally allow it?"

"Good behavior and a gold star on my report card." The two joked.

There was easiness between the two; something she really needed at the moment. He had come by a few times to check on her, being that he was also a worried wreck when he heard she had been hurt while they were in Mexico. Scott might have been his Alpha, but she held that type of important status to him as well. But cooled down his worry when he heard she could breathe on her own. She was strong, even for just being a human, and he looked up to her for that.

"Guess it would be too soon to ask if you were coming to the game then tomorrow?" He looked hopeful but he already knew the answer.

"I wish I could come and support you, kid, but I don't think I'll be up to it yet." She gave him a meek smile.

"I figured, but wanted to ask anyways."

"You'll kick ass, no matter what." She patted his shin that was close to her. "You have control of your wolf now, so it won't be a problem. Just be cool, and score a shot for me would ya?"

He looked at her confused. "Not that I totally wouldn't, but shouldn't you be asking your boyfriend for that?"

She crossed her arms and cleared her throat. The situation that happen earlier was still present in her mind.

"What?" He noticed the uneasiness on her face. "Did you guys break up or something?"

"No, I just kinda kicked him out."

"What could Stiles have done so badly? Did he bring Malia with him?" He joked. Liam could feel her glare burning holes through his skull.

"I'm about to kick you out."

He nudged her with his foot. "Tell me what happen."

"He's just been pissing me off lately. He's been babying me and just is constantly questioning me. I swear, if he could, he would handcuff himself to me."

"And you got annoyed?"

"Yeah. I'm not a person that likes attention 24/7. So, I snapped and he left."

"Maybe you should tell him that?" Liam shrugged.

"That's the thing through; he knows that. Him, of all the people in the world, should understand that." She pulled the sweater tight around her body again. She felt safer here talking to Liam, but she still wished Isaac was there.

That thought alone made her realize something. She should be wanting her boyfriend there. She should want him cuddled up close to her in the small hospital bed, not out of her sight. It made her stomach ache at her emotions. All she wanted was her best friend sitting next to her, making fun of the doctors, and staying up late talking about stupid infomercials that were playing on TV. That stomach ache turned into a punch in the gut. The thoughts weren't romantic at all; they never had been for each other and never would be. It was just a lack of comfort from having him thousands of miles away. Where was that ache for Stiles?

"Maybe you need a break?"

Liam's question returned Cassidy to the present. The words were blunt, but they were the ones in the back of her mind that she refused to say out loud. But did she even want them out loud?

"No." She shook her head. "We can move past this."

The two became quiet again, returning to the show. Not long after the two fell asleep. Dreams plagued her sleep again. These involved Stiles, and to her dismay, Malia. They were together, kissing, toughing, holding each other. And she was stuck in place watching from the sidelines.

"You should have known this would happen." Dream Stiles smirked at her.

The smirk was the last thing she remembered before she felt herself being shaken awake. Her eyes snapped open finding her mother hovering over the side of her bed. She turned to the other side, finding the chair Liam had been sitting in empty. She assumed at some point during the night he had taken off while she was sleeping.

"You ready to go home, sweetie?" Teresa gave her a soft smile.

"Yeah." Her mind was still in a haze from sleep.

She grabbed the bag of clothes her mother had brought with her and went into the bathroom to change. As much as she tried she couldn't keep her glance away from the mirror as she changed. Her eyes immediately found the fresh scare from the dagger. She would have it forever. A constant reminder of what happen. It was an ugly mark on her skin that she didn't like to talk about.

She quickly pulled her shirt over her head to get the sight away from her, the sweater finding its way back around her shoulders. She attempted to tame her wild mess of hair before heading back into the room. Upon entering, she found her father, Stiles, and Melissa had also joined her mother. The thing that stood out more than the rest was the black and silver wheelchair stationed in the middle of them all.

"Really, Melissa." The girl whined.

"Protocol, kiddo." The nurse smiled at her.

"We already signed the papers so we're ready to go when you are." Her father, Carl, hiked her bag of items that they had brought for her during the last three weeks over his shoulder.

Cassidy 'umphed' as she plopped in the wheel chair, feeling so helpless; again. Stiles took it upon himself to wheel her out of the room. The tension was still there between them, along with the conversation Liam and her had running through her head. She pushed it aside as she was wheeled down the hallway.

As soon as she was out the door she took a deep breath of fresh air. The sun beating down on her skin brought a light smile to her face, one that Stiles didn't miss. Once they stopped at the car, she more than jumped out of the chair and waited as her father unlocked the door. She head her mother thanking Melissa for everything as she waited in the car for everyone to get in and head home.

"Don't you have school?" She asked Stiles as he slid in next to her.

"Yeah, but my dad allowed me to go in late." He answered; happy she was actually talking to him.

"But didn't you have morning practice? I mean you have a game tonight." Her words came tumbling out one after another.

"I wanted to make sure my girlfriend got home. Is that okay with you?" He said right back, his eyebrows raised high.

She nodded her head; her eyes wavering down. There was the awkwardness again. Her eyes stayed looking out her window as they made their way to the house. It felt like a year since she had seen the outside world.

"Feel good to be out, Cassi?" Her father looked back at her through the rear view mirror.

"You have no idea." She sighed, letting her head rest against the head rest.

"I know you just got out, and this is the last thing you want to think of-"

"-Carl." Teresa tried to cut off her husband, knowing where he was going with this.

"It needs to be talked about, Teresa." He glanced over at his wife in the passenger seat.

"What?" She looked back and forth from her parents.

"You're going to be seeing Dr. Stappen again."

"Are you serious?" She sat up in her seat at the mention of her therapist.

"You're going to have sessions every Tuesday and Thursday after school."

Anger spread throughout her body. "You didn't seriously believe what the doctors said do you?"

"I don't know what to believe anymore, Cassidy." Her father's voice booming through the car. "Your actions have been short with everyone and your attitude is getting worse."

"Because I've been cooped up in a hospital for no reason for the past 3 weeks!" She looked over to try to get help from Stiles, but he kept his head down, staying clear of the conversation. "I didn't do this on purpose!"

"Then your sessions won't be that long then." He turned down their street.

"Mom, you agree with this?"

"It's only for a while, Cassi." Her voice was low.

The car parked in the driveway and Cassidy immediately jumped out, slamming the door behind her. She used the hidden key to open the door, not bothering to wait. She instantly ran up the stairs and into her room. She knew she was throwing a child-like temper tantrum, but she was pissed. Her parents thought she was suicidal. Not long after Stiles entered the room with her bag in hand, closing the door behind him.

"Can you believe them?" She started pacing her room. "They actually think I'm going mental! God, if they only knew."

"They're just worried, Cas." He set her bag on the bed.

"Yeah, so worried they couldn't even talk about it first with me, before sending me back there. Right?"

She looked over at him, but got no response. He did the very Stiles like thing when he wanted to avoid a situation, head down, one hand scratching the back of his neck while the other one was stuffed in his pocket.

"Oh my god." Her face dropped. "You agree with them." She walked over towards her closet and kicked off her shoes with haste. "My own boyfriend thinks I'm going crazy."

"I don't think you're going crazy." He walked over to her and tried to rest his hands on her shoulders but she straightaway shrugged away from him. "Maybe it won't be so bad. I mean you have been really irritated lately."

She looked over at him with disgust all over her face. "My parents don't believe me. You don't believe me. I have no one on my side."

"I'm always on your side, Cas." He walked over to her again and carefully took her hands in his. "You believe me, don't you?"

Her head stayed down, eyes locked on their hands. The feeling of his hands didn't comfort her; in fact she felt like she was burning. Her thoughts raced back to her revelation last night, and then to the dream she had. At the memory of his lips on Malia's she let his hands go. It was a dream but she couldn't let it go. She felt the ache in her stomach again.

"I think we should take a break."

The words came out so quietly she didn't even know if he heard them. But when she lifted her head to look at him, she knew he did. His eyes were wide and his whole body went rigid.

"Cas…"

"If I am the way you say I am then I need sometime by myself." She took a step away from him.

"No, no no no. That's not what I meant." He chocked out, he didn't know what to do.

"Yes it is." She felt no emotion in her voice. "We need a break."

"Cassidy…I love you."

She closed her eyes tight at the words. She even tried closing her heart. "Please, go." She refused to open her eyes again. She couldn't look at his face again. She couldn't see the pain in his eyes. She heard his shuffling and then the door closing behind him. She hesitantly opened her eyes to the empty room. She let out a shaky breath as her eyes fell on the bracelet he had given her. He must have placed it on her dresser before leaving.

She couldn't control her body as she fell to the floor. No tears came out, just a steady realization that she just lost a part of her heart.

She pretty much slept through the rest of Friday and Saturday. The only time she came out of her room was to use the bathroom or pick at whatever meal her parents were making her eat. She had no appetite. The smell of food was actually making her nauseous. She refused to talk to anyone but her siblings. Her phone had missed calls and messages from her friends. Everyone was trying to get a hold of her.

Except one.

She wasn't surprised Stiles hadn't tried to talk to her. She knew she hurt him. But the thing she wasn't quite sure of was her own emotions. She hadn't cried; not once. She couldn't even tell if she was upset or not by the 'break up'. She was just constantly tired.

When her eyes opened to the bright light Sunday morning she was surprised by the person standing next to her window, where the curtains were pushed aside.

"Good morning, sunshine." Lydia chirped. "Glad to know you are alive and just ignoring all of my calls." She walked over to Cassidy's closet and grabbed her suitcase out.

"Lydia, what are you doing?" She sat up in her bed, rubbing the sleep out of her eyes. Watching the bubbly redhead run around her room was confusing her. She looked over at her alarm clock to see that it was only 8 AM.

She jumped when the suitcase was slammed on her bed.

"We are going to Paris." She opened the suitcase and started on her wardrobe.

"What?" The brunette watched her clothes start to pile in the case.

"Your mother called me and said how she had a show in Paris this week. She asked me to go cause we both know you wouldn't go willingly. And god only know, this will be good for you." She held up some shirts to try to decide which to take. She shook her head, agreeing on both and throwing them in.

Cassidy had completely forgotten about the show. "Good to know you and my mother have biffed out on my accord."

"I'm going to ignore that comment and blame it on the break up."

Cassidy's head whipped up in surprise. "How did you-"

"-know?" She was done with clothes and moved on to her make up. "Well once Stiles never showed up to the game Friday, Scott and I knew something was up."

Lydia caught sight of her friend's gloomy face. She sighed and took the time to sit down on the side of the bed next to her. She carefully put her hand on top of her friend's.

"Lyd…" Cassidy honestly didn't know what to say.

"Hey," she grasped her hand tighter, "we don't have to talk about it until you are ready."

"Thank you." She took a deep breath. "But I don't think I'm up for a trip right now."

"Oh no, we're going." Lydia stood back up to keep working. "It's spring break and sitting here will make you worse. Plus, it's my birthday this week. If you don't do this for you, do this for your very dear friend who is in a desperate need of a vacation after everything that has happen this year."

Cassidy thought about it. Maybe getting away for a while could be good for her. Get away from the craziness that is Beacon Hills. She decided and get out of her bed. "Fine, but only cause you asked so nicely."

Lydia squealed and jumped to give her friend a big hug. "Yay!" She let go of Cassidy and threw a towel at her. "Now go get a shower, Snyder, we got a place to catch!"

...I come in peace, I swear. That's chapter 1 and boy is there so much to go!

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