I stare blankly at the wall in-front of me, as I hold the pills which I had just spit out. I tried my hardest not to look down into my hands, because then I'll be tempted. And I was trying my hardest to be strong.

I hear my bedroom door, burst open, I couldn't even find the strength in me to turn my head. All I could do was stare emotionlessly, at this stupid damn purple all in-front of me.

I didn't even like the colour purple, but it was one of the only times my father spent with me, we spent the entire afternoon painting this stupid room, this fucking stupid colour.

"Lydia, did you hurt yourself?!" Stiles asks frantically, as he grabs my hands and pulls the pills from them.

"Purple is such a shitty colour" I murmur.

"Lydia, did you hurt yourself?"

"I hate purple so much"

"Lydia!" He snaps impatiently.

"Why haven't, I changed the colour of these walls yet?"

My eyes widen as I feel my shoulders being shaked, "Lydia?! Did you hurt yourself?!"

"I'm fine Stiles" I say dryly.

He lets out a sigh of what, I think is relief.

"Lydia, what where you going to do?"

"Well Stiles, I was going to dry swallow, a shit-ton of pills then experince a what I pressume, a painful death"

"W-Why?"

I let out an unhumerous laugh, "Why else? I want to die"

"N-No, y-you're better"

I give Stiles an emotionless look, "I can't be better, because all I want to do is die"

Stiles sighs loudly before running his hands over his face, "L-Lydia-"

"I don't know, why I called you"

"It's because you have hope Lydia!"

"I told you Stiles, hope is for suckers" I murmur before I begin to stare back at the wall in-front of me.

"You're lying!"

I flinch at the tone of his voice, "I'm not lying Stiles, I'm done"

"If you're done, then why the fuck didn't you take them stupid fucking pills?!" He cries, as he stands up and get inches away from my face.

I wince, before composing myself, "I-I..."

"You're such a fucking awful friend!" Stiles hisses, his voice cracks at the end causing my heart to clench unexpectedly.

I blink, as I continue to stare at him wordlessly.

"Do you know what I would have had to go through today?! If I would of saw, you're fucking dead body?! Do you know how much that would of fucking killed me?!"

I roll my eyes, "Please, it would have been a relief"

"How the fuck would I have been relieved?"

"Because you wouldn't of been forced to hang around me anymore"

Stiles clenches his jaw, "That's bullshit and you know it!"

I shake my head as tears begin to sting my eyes, "Did your dad force you to come round here yes or no?"

"At the start-"

"It doesn't matter Stiles, you was still forced"

"You're fucking impossible you know that?!"

"Stiles just leave, it's not like I've never been left before" I murmur.

The brown haired boy gives me a look of disbelief, "I'm not fucking leaving Lydia!"

I narrow my eyes, "Just fucking go! Go back to your life stupid fucking life, of hanging out with Scott, and fucking pining of Malia, who's never going to fucking want you!" I shriek loudly, as I feel tears roll down my cheeks.

Stiles blinks at me, before shaking his head angrily, "Why are you trying to push me away?!"

"Because eventually, you're going to fucking give up on me anyway!"

He sighs loudly before kneeling down in-front of me and grabbing my hands, "I'm not giving up on you, you're my friend. I promise you this, Lydia Martin I will never give up on you"

"My mother and father don't want too see me, I overheard them talking" I admit, my voice cracking as I tell him.

"Shit, what did they say?"

"S-Something along of the l-lines of, I-I don't want too see her either but she's our daughter"

Stiles shake his head, "They're fucking idiots, I hope you know that right?"

I shake my head as a strangled sob escapes my lips, "W-Why don't my parents love me?"

I feel myself being pulled into a tight hug, I cry loudly into the crook of Stiles' neck, as he rocks me back and forth gently.

"They're so fucking stupid" He murmurs into my hair, causing me to sob even harder.

I clutch the back of his shirt desperately, praying that he'd never let me go.

I blink, at the realisation.

Stiles Stilinski, is my rock.

I need him.

"S-Stay with me" I mumble.

Stiles nods into my shoulder, "Sure"

A feeling of contentness fills my stomach, the feeling felt odd.

It wasn't often that I felt this secure.

We pull away after roughly, fourty more seconds. And when we do pull away we just stare at each other, our eyes speaking for us, no words are needed.

"I-I'm sorry for saying that about Malia" I say awkwardly, as I break suffocating silence.

"I'm sorry for shouting at you"

"Even so, I should of never involved how you felt into our arguement"

Stiles shrugs, "I don't even think, I love her like that anymore"

Something sparks inside of my stomach.

"Y-You don't?"

"No, I think I like Erica now"

My jaw drops, as I feel my world literally stop as dread seeps into my veins, at the thought of my best friend and worst enemey being a couple.

Stiles laughs, "I'm kidding! You should of seen your face"

I narrow my eyes, "You're an ass!"

"I am serious though, I do love Malia but I don't think I'm in love with her anymore"

"Well, I'm glad. Maybe now, you can find someone who loves you back"

Stiles shrugs, "Well, that always depends"

"What do you mean?"

"Well my father always used to tell me that, we only accept the love we think we deserve"

I reach forward and hesitantly grab his hand, "Well I think every girl, deserves a Stiles Stilinski in her life"

Stiles lets out a breathy laugh, before looking at me intently, I give him a small smile back.

"S-Shall we watch a movie?" I ask as I attempt to break the tension.

He nods and pulls his hand away, " A movie sounds good, but no shitty Nicholas Sparks"

I roll my eyes, "We all know, you love his work"

"We all know, I want to stab myself because of his work"

I snort, "Always the dramatic Stilinski"

"Do you want me to stay over tonight?" Stiles asks, as I stand up and go over to switch on my TV.

I turn around in surprise, "Y-Yeah, please"

"T-Thanks for ringing me Lydia"

"Thanks for giving me a reason to ring you" I murmur softly.

Stiles looks at me in surprise before a smile graces his lips, I look at the boy in astonishment.

I can't believe, I've let him break down my walls.

I couldn't give up yet, not when I've got Stiles.

He gave me a reason to fight, and I'm not willing to give that reason up yet.