“I’m fine.. aside from the not sleeping, the jumpiness, the constant overwhelming crushing fear that something terrible is about to happen.”
You were a hero
I want to help, you know, but I can’t do the things that you could do. I can’t…
It’s you. It’s all you. You know, every day I saw her lying that hospital slowly dying… I thought, “how the hell am I supposed to raise this stupid kid on my own? This hyperactive little bastard who keeps ruining my life?” It’s all you. It’s you, Stiles. You killed your mother. You hear me? You killed her. And now you’re killing me.
