Aftermath | Act 2
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GREIF HAS A LOT OF STEPS. Too many people don't like to admit it, they just want to wake up and move on with their life. They don't want to go through those steps because each step is a reminder of what they're going through and why they're in those steps of grief. Grief was like a staircase to Heaven, the top of the steps being peace, acceptance—a door to peace, meanwhile the bottom of the staircase was Hell, anger, pain—the door to suffering.

And the past few days, Blaze had been stuck at the very bottom, unable to think about taking the first step as he lays on his bed and stared blankly at his ceiling. That's all he's been doing. After he was forced to leave the hospital by his parents who gave zero shits about Ryle's death, he locked himself in his room, ignoring everyone and everything. He had not moved in days; he turned his phone from all the text messages he kept receiving and his stomach stopped growling for food a while ago.

He felt numb and tired and all he wanted to do was close his eyes and never wake up. Blaze wished all of this was a dream, some weird hallucination from the bite but deep down he knew it wasn't. Luck was never one to be on his side.

Speaking of the bite, he grew to not care for it, he didn't feel any different and he didn't care much for becoming a werewolf. If anything, he fucking despised it. He despised having to become the one thing that ruined his life. He hated Peter, he hated Derek, he hated Scott and Stiles but most of all he hated himself.

He hated being the reason Ryle was dead. The only reason he was even at the hospital was because he had come to visit him. If he had not been at the hospital to break up with Blaze, then he wouldn't have been on that road and he wouldn't have died.

His eyes closed over and his throat tightened as he reminded himself of his death. He knew he had to go to school tomorrow. His parents were forcing him no matter how much he didn't want to. He knew all the stares he was going to get and all the special treatment the teachers would give him because they felt bad. Having to see Scott and Stiles who just the thought of those two made him want to punch something.

Blaze thought being involved with their drama and being friends with him would make him lose Ryle, but he didn't expect to quite literally lose him. And that just gave him more reason to not want to see them. He was more than done with those two. They had caused him enough trouble and he just wanted to move on with this life.

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Music blared through the club as sweaty bodies rubbed up against each other's, hands in the air as colorful lights flashed around the building, leaving everyone laughing and lost in their minds, confused by alcohol and drugs.

In the middle of the dance floor, there danced a shirtless and sweaty drunk Blaze who was drugged out of his mind. Wanting to forget about the entire world, he forced himself out of bed and headed straight toward his usual club. The last club he was at with Ryle, but he forced himself to forget about it as he took whatever pills would make him happy and danced the night away.

It was almost the full moon and Blaze had forgotten about his current predicament coming up as he laughed and let the brown-haired boy in front of him, rub his hands over his body as he threw his head back on his shoulder, not being able to see straight. He had no idea what was happening or where he was, but he didn't care as he moved his body to the music.

Blaze felt sweatier than usual, as if he needed to escape the bodies around him but he couldn't find it in himself to make his body move from the euphoric feeling running through his veins. He felt a headache forming but pushed it to the side as he assumed it was from how fucked up, he was at the moment and kept on dancing.

His body felt numb much like his mind and he could barely remember his name as he laughed to himself and dragged his hands down the other boy's body, never feeling better.

He laughed harder when he heard a scream, he had no idea who was screaming and why it was so loud, but he continued to spin around in giggle thinking it was someone getting fucked and having the best orgasm of their life.

Speaking of orgasms, Blaze felt as though he hadn't had sex in what felt like a lifetime, and he desperately needed someone to make the night even better.

Turning to the brunette who was in front of him, he put on a flirtatious smile as he grabbed him by the hips, "What to get out of here?" He chuckled as the man smirked and nodded.

Getting outside which felt like forever, they walked into the parking lot which was empty, nothing but the echoed music, and the chatter was heard as Blaze pushed the man against the nearby car and kissed him roughly, not bothering to go slow or gently which the man seemed to like. Kissing down his neck, his mind drifted back to old memories of his time with Rye in the same club.

Pushing him up against the bathroom, desperate for one another, kissing down his neck, hands drifting towards his hips-- the thought of someone else's hands on him so soon after Ryle's death made him feel sick.

"Are you okay?" The unknown boy asked him as Blaze backed away from him, the drugs still roaming around inside of his body as he looked seconds away from breaking down.

All Blaze could do it nod his head, before he walked away, stumbling as he tried to clear his focus on where he was going. He had no idea where his car was, and all the walking around was starting to make him feel worse than he already did. Leaning over, clutching his stomach, Blaze vomited every drug and acholic drink he had taken. It is the only thing he's consumed in 2 days.

He vomited to the point he started gagging, and his eyes became watery. Breathing heavily, he moved towards the front of the club and stumbled into the side of the curb as he tried to make his headache go away. Starring up at the sky with a dazed expression, he caught sight of the moon. The moon, he couldn't seem to take his eye away from the white half-circle that made him feel so small. So alone.

On drugs, at a club all alone days after his boyfriend's death. well, ex-boyfriends seeing as Ryle had dumped him before he died. Anger coursed through the boy's body as he thought back on how the boy had claimed he had feelings for someone else and had broken up with him because he wanted him to be happy.

He was happy. He was the only thing that made Blaze happy in his miserable life. He spent all day, looking forward to seeing that prince charming, God-looking sculpture, just for him to think that Blaze wasn't in love with him.

"Oh, my god." Blaze covered his mouth as he realized Ryle died thinking Blaze didn't love him, like that. That he didn't love him in the way Ryle had loved him, but he was wrong. Blaze was so fucking in love with him, and he wished he had seen it before. To be able to tell him those words, just once.

He didn't notice he was crying until he felt a shoulder tap him on the shoulder, making him glance up to see a young girl with black hair and a soft smile. She was wearing a purple two-piece set with gems in her hair to match her face. If Blaze were straight or even bisexual, he would most definitely try sleeping with her.

"Are you okay?" She asked kindly as he nodded and quickly wiped his face, hating when people saw him cry. It wasn't something he did often.

"Yeah, I'm fine. Just typical high school heartbroken shit." Blaze sniffled as he gave her a tight smile, making her chuckle as she sat down beside him, tumbling a bit as she was tipsy herself.

"You're a bit underage to be here huh?" She teased as he closed his eyes finally noticing what he said.

"Fuck." He muttered under his breath.

"Don't worry, I won't tell anyone. You look like shit and look like you could use to let loose. Who broke your heart?" The girl asked with a raised eyebrow.

"Life." Blaze sighed, closing his eyes as he felt a sharp pain shoot through his head, "My boyfriend-ex-boyfriend died in a car accident."

"Oh, I'm so sorry" The girl frowned feeling guilty for asking.

"It's fine. I thought coming here would help me forget about it, but I was wrong." Blaze shook his head as he blinked the new tears that started to appear in his eyes.

"What was his name?"

"Ryle. His name was Ryle." Blaze smiled at the ground before he breathed out, "Even in death, he seems to be stuck in my head."

"One thing I know about losing a loved one is that it never gets easier. The pain just sticks for so long, you get used to it. Sort of like hot water. Hot at first, but the longer you stand under it, the more you get used to it." The girl said honestly as Blaze stayed quiet.

"Point is. You're running from the hot water instead of getting used to it which means every time you go under it, it will be just as hot as the beginning. Stop running from the fact that your boyfriend is dead and perhaps it will get easier to handle." The brunette exclaimed with a small shrug, feeling sleepy herself.

Blaze thought over her words and couldn't help but smile slightly, "Thank you."

The girl chuckled slightly, "Do you have someone coming to pick you up? I don't think you should be driving."

"My phone is in my car, which is..." Blaze turned around to look at the parking lot, "Somewhere in there."

"Here, uses mine." The girl said, handing him her phone which he stared at for a moment before grabbing it and doing his best to dial whatever number to mind.

"Hello?" Hearing the familiar voice, Blaze sighed tiredly.

"Hey, Mccall." Blaze greeted with a sigh as he stared blankly in front of him.

"Blaze? Jesu, where have you been, you've been trying to contact you all night-" Scott started to ramble.

"Shut the fuck up, will you?" Blaze slurred in annoyance, making the girl beside him giggle, "I am at a club and can't drive, Are you busy?"

Scott looked at Stiles who was listening on speaker along with Allison who sat in the back, "Where are you, buddy?" Stiles asked him.

"The club I am always at. I-I can't remember the fucking name. Can you drive me home? and as soon as possible?" Blaze asked him.

"Yeah, I'll be right there," Stiles said as he stepped on the break as he drove faster. They had been trying to contact him all night after Lydia had run from the hospital, but his phone kept going to voicemail. They tried his parents but even they didn't know where he went but they didn't seem to care much either.

Blaze hung up the phone and handed it back to the girl, "Thank you..." He trailed off, not knowing her name.

"Cerys." She smiled at him.

"Blaze"

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Authors Note:

I'm not sure if Cerys will be a big part of act two but she will show up a few times for Blaze.

Blaze will be experiencing depression and everyone who has ever been forced to deal with that, you know it's hard to do even the littlest tasks so Blaze not caring about his friends or the people around him will be normal, don't get your panties in a twist about him being a bad friend or anything or selfish.

To all my my other depressed girlies and boys, I'm always here to talk >33

To all of my future depressed girlies and boys after reading act two, I'm also here to talk and sincere apologies. >33