l - teen wolf imagines

"Y/n?" Isaac called as he made his way to your bedroom. "Are you up?"
Your mom had let him in just before she left for work, but she was long gone by now, and your house was completely quiet. You hadn't shown up to school for the past two days, and every time Isaac or anyone else in the pack had texted you, you didn't answer.
"She's alive," your mom assured him when she answered the door. "But you might wanna talk to her."
That was what Isaac was planning, but as he called out to you through the door, you didn't answer. He knocked loudly, and when you didn't open it, he went ahead and did it himself. He opened it softly, just in case you were asleep, but when he walked into your room, he could tell from the sound of your breathing that you were awake.
"Y/n," he said, a faint twinge of hurt bleeding into his voice. "We're all worried about you. You haven't been answering your phone."
You were silent, turned over on your side in your bed, but you didn't have to roll over to see it was Isaac. You knew him by his voice and swallowed nervously at his accusing tone, but you knew you couldn't pretend anymore. You were going to have to roll over and face him sometime.
You shoved the covers away from you and shifted so you were looking at him. "Hey."
"Hey?" he repeated.
What the hell was he supposed to say, when he hadn't talked to you in days. At first he thought you were mad at him, but even Lydia said you weren't answering her. That was what scared the hell out of him, and what prompted him to come over after he had called to make sure you were still breathing.
"Y/n," he said softly, although his voice was sharp. "What's wrong?"
"I...I don't know," you lied.
"You don't know?" he questioned. "You've been avoiding us for days. You haven't been to school and you're ignoring everyone. You've been acting weird, not just for the past few days, but for months. I'm supposed to think there's nothing wrong?"
You sat up. "Isaac...I don't know what to tell you."
"No, you do," he stated softly. "You just don't know how to say it. Do...do you want to break up with me?"
"No!" you cried suddenly, kicking away the remaining covers and jumping up. "Isaac, I love you and I wanna be with you. But you're right, what I have to say...I don't know how to say it."
You reached out to grab his hands, and took a deep breath. "I've been feeling down lately. Well, not just down, actually. More like really, really sad...all the time."
"You're sad?" he asked. "About what? Things have been good for a while."
"I know," you told him. "It's just...with everything that's happened, with all the monsters and the attacks..."
"Hey," Isaac told you gently, squeezing your hands. "That won't last forever."
"But what if it does?" you whispered. "Scott can't protect us forever. And even if we leave, if we go to college somewhere else, how do we know it won't follow us?"
"We don't," Isaac admitted. "But that doesn't mean you stop going out, or stop trying to enjoy things."
"I can't help it," you whispered. "It's like no matter what I do, nothing makes me happy anymore. I don't know what's happening to me, Isaac. I feel like...like I don't know who I am anymore. I feel like I'm a different person."
Isaac reached up to brush his fingers across your cheek, wiping away the tears that were slipping from your eyes. "Hey, hey, hey, don't cry. Y/n, it's okay. I think I know what's wrong."
"You...you do?" you asked, your voice wobbling.
He nodded, and looked down at you with understanding in his blue eyes. "I think you're depressed."
"What?" you whispered. "No, I...I'm fine. If I just wait it out, maybe I'll go back to normal."
He shook his head gently. "We talked about this in my psych class. It doesn't just go away, and it's nothing to be ashamed about. I'm sure if you talked to your doctor, she could prescribe you something."
You scoffed. "You think I need happy pills?"
"Y/n, that's not what they are. They help. I know because I've been on them."
You blinked. "You...you have?"
"Yeah," he told you guiltily. "I just never told you, because...well, I was kind of embarrassed. But I had no reason to be. What's going on in your mind is just as important as what's going on in your body, no matter what some people think. Any doctor will tell you that."
You were looking at him skeptically, but he reached up to run his hand over your cheek. "This doesn't change you. This doesn't change how much I love you, or how anyone else is going to feel about you. It's just a thing you have. And you don't have to take meds for the rest of your life, just until things get a little less stressful."
You stared up at him for a few seconds, but you finally nodded. "Okay."
He smiled and leaned down to give you a quick peck on the lips. "It'll be okay. I swear. And I'll be right by your side through this whole thing. It won't always be like this, I promise."
You nodded and leaned into him, and Isaac wrapped his arms around you. He tugged you down onto the bed and you crawled into his lap, burying your face in his shirt. You had been stressed and tired, and you knew you were feeling out of it, but leave it to Isaac to finally put a name to what was going on. He was always intuitive, especially with emotions, and you realized you should have talked to him sooner.
You had been so terrified that he wouldn't understand, or that he wouldn't want to be with you anymore once he realized you were acting differently, but you should have realized that Isaac would never do something like that. He had always been there for you and he still would be, and with him by your side, you knew you might just be able to beat this.