AN: Hi, guys. Wow, thank you so much for the follows/favorites/reviews. It was amazing. Anyway, I just wanted to update you all real quick on what's going on with the sequel.

SEQUEL IS UP! 'What's Fixed Is Easily Broken'. Title may be changed.

Now, I know I'm not supposed to just update Author's notes, so here's a small conclusion to what's running through Stiles' mind at the end of the last chapter, right before we go into the beginning of the sequel.

Stiles POV:

They tell you that it'll get better. That talking about it helps. That once you start talking about it, you'll heal. They tell you that all of this fades away. But honestly, saying it out loud, having the people who you love know about it, well that just makes it more real. Something you could've pretended wasn't real is suddenly real and there's no avoiding it. Because no matter where you turn, no matter what you say it's always written in their eyes. What you believe about yourself is magnified and you can't tell them to lie to you. You can't ask them to deny what they feel about you, what you know is true. Even if they never say it, even when they never voice their opinion because they think you'll break. I just wish I could take it all back.

I want to go back, back to the time before they thought what I knew was true. Before they knew I was disgusting, used, pathetic, filthy, broken. I want to go back before then. Because before then I could deny what I thought, I could even deny what happened, claim to myself that they were unrealistic nightmares and not the truth. And even when I didn't believe that, no on else had any opinions on it. No one else's eyes told me it was real. Now, it's real and I feel like it's happened all over again.

I feel sick. The comforts welcomed, letting Scott hold me and tell me I'll be okay, I like that. But it'll come to an end and when it does, I want to be in my room. I want to be alone and I want to pretend none of this happened, that none of it was real. Because I don't want it to be real, because if it was then I'm forced to face that I deserved it, that I deserve worse. And that's just…that's something I can't face…not….not yet.

I don't want to talk about it. I head home and that's all I can think. I don't want to talk about it. I don't want to think about it. Why does this…why does HE have the upper hand here when he's not even here? How the hell does he have the upper hand again? Why the hell can't I pretend still? What went wrong? When did HE flip this around on me again? I just want it to stop, I want it all to end.

Sorry, it took so long but the sequel is up.