Part 2 of the previous imagine, a few of you requested this and seemed excited about it!
Warning: Suicidal References, etc.

When you arrived at Motel California all of your friends including yourself were immediately creeped out by it and how it seemed to be lacking any other guests apart from the lacrosse team and the girls.

Stiles immediately found your hand and held it tightly, "come on, lets go get our room." He whispered softly, pulling you away from the others.

"This place gives me the creeps, Stiles... I don't like it." You admitted after you'd gotten the key to your room.

"Me neither... but it's only for one night, and besides, I'll protect you." He said, but it wasn't that convincing since he kept looking around suspiciously.

"I think I'll be the one protecting you, Stiles." You laughed, flashing him your glowing blue eyes.

"Alright! Alright, you can protect me all you want." He grinned.

You reached your room and unlocked it, Stiles whistled when he saw that it was actually a pretty nice room... and there was only one double bed in the middle.

Stiles was more than okay with this but he checked with you anyway, "are you okay with this? If not I can totally go and change our room... or sleep on the sofa." He crossed his fingers behind his back hoping you'd say no, there was no way he was going to sleep on the sofa.

"Of course I'm fine with it, Stiles. You're my boyfriend, silly, I wouldn't let you sleep on the couch." You laughed at the relief that flooded his face.

"Thank god." He chuckled softly, stepping towards you and wrapping his arms around you, glancing down at you and smiling.

"What?" You asked innocently, raising your eyebrows.

"Nothing... I was just thinking about all the fun we can have tonight." He wiggled his eyebrows which made you laugh.

"Sure, Stiles," You smirked, "I'm gonna get ready for bed, it's pretty late."

"Okay." He winked at you as you turned to head for the bathroom, he knew there was no way you were sleeping tonight.

A few moments later Stiles heard a crash outside and ran to investigate, leaving you alone in the bathroom. When you had changed into your shorts and one of his long t-shirts you wondered back into the bedroom, "Stiles?" You asked as you looked around, then you noticed the door to your room was open.

Stepping outside you immediately felt different as if something had changed inside of you, your whole body felt numb and your brain was swirling with all of the terrible events that had happened to you and your friends.

You had no idea why you felt this way, you felt that all of the problems or bad things that happened to your friends were because of you.

Maybe if I just end it, my friends won't be hurt anymore.

Your thoughts were crowded with all of the possible ways to fix this problem, it had to end with you.

Looking around your eyes landed on a ladder leading up to the roof, I guess this is it, you thought.

Climbing the rungs of the ladder step by step your body felt heavier with every burden you'd ever been given, the responsibility to look after your friends who couldn't protect themselves.

Pulling yourself up to the roof you stood up, dangerously close to the edge.

You wondered further along the roof for a while until you stopped, placing your feet at the very edge of the roof.

Looking up you saw the stars sparkling in the night sky, I guess if this is it then at least I have something beautiful to look at.

Stiles found out that the crash was Boyd in his bathtub underneath a heavy safe, with the help of Lydia he'd managed to save him. For some reason the Motel seemed to be affecting all of the supernatural, they checked on Isaac to find him cowering away under his bed and Stiles almost lost his best friend, Scott, who was close to blowing himself up.

"Who else?" Scott asked, but Stiles was already running towards his room.

He was halfway up the stairs when he saw a figure standing on the edge of the roof, "oh god, y/n." He muttered to himself, immediately running towards the ladder that led to the roof.

Scott and Lydia were watching from below, not wanting to scare you if too many people were up there with you.

Stiles reached the top of the roof and edged towards you slowly, "y/n..." he said as softly as possible.

You averted your gaze from the sky to Stiles, "don't try and stop me Stiles, you don't need me, no one needs me."

He shook his head, feeling his heart racing rapidly as he couldn't face losing you, "n-no... that's not true, y/n."

"Your life would be better without me, everyone's would, I've hurt too many people..." you said as you looked down at the ground, building up the courage to jump.

"Y/n... you need to listen to me, this isn't you... I don't know what it is but please, don't move." He talked slowly and soothingly as he inched towards you.

"Stiles... I have to do this, it would solve all of your problems." You shuffled closer to the edge, one more step and it would be over...

"Y/n... you are not the problem, you solve my problems, you make me happy everyday when I wake up and see your face... when I hear your laugh? God, I love that laugh! Please, just step away from the edge." As he was talking he was now within reaching distance of you, if he could just get closer...

"If you take one more step I'll jump, I swear." You said, now lifting your left leg out in front of you.

Stiles' heart was still racing as if his whole world was about to collapse on him, "please." His voice cracked as he begged.

He edged forward slightly, hoping you wouldn't notice but you did.

In one swift movement Stiles lurched forwards just as you jumped off of the edge, his mind thinking about nothing but saving you.

His hand wrapped tightly around your arm, the only thing stopping you from falling.

You looked up and saw Stiles looking at you desperately, "I've got you."

Looking down your eyes widened as you saw just how far down the drop was, suddenly your mind changed and all you wanted to do was be in Stiles' arms.

"Please don't let me go." You begged, looking up once again at him, this time with tears filling your eyes.

"I won't, I promise, y/n." He said, tightening his grip on your arm.

He reached out and took hold of your hand, pulling you up.

Once you were able to you scrambled back onto the roof, grasping onto Stiles for your life.

"You saved me... I'm so sorry, I don't know why I did that..." you sobbed as you buried your head in his chest as his arms wrapped around you, rubbing your back soothingly.

"It's okay, you're alive and that's all that matters." He whispered as he pressed a kiss on your hair.

Scott and Lydia were soon on the roof and wrapping you both in hugs.

Once you were back in your room you got into your bed, Stiles followed and wriggled closer to you.

Wrapping his arms around you tightly you felt the warmth from his body warm your cold skin, "I've got you now, it's all okay." He whispered reassuringly as you rested your head against his chest, you never wanted to leave him ever again.

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i really hope i did this justice? please don't take offence by anything written it's just fiction.

p.s i have my prom tomorrow and if you're lucky i might upload some pics :)