It was so surreal, he couldn't believe his eyes as he watched the coffin being lowered into the ground. It was as if his mind had been in denial this whole time, and this was the pinnacle of a moment that had brought reality crashing down on him, his hands couldn't stop trembling and he couldn't seem to breathe.
Oh god. Allison's dead.
He could see Scott kneeling at the ground, his body wracked with sobs, and his mind couldn't seem to process anything, everything was a blur and his lungs begged for oxygen he didn't seem to have. At the corner of his mind, he briefly remembered something alike happening to him before, but the world was swaying, cold sweat was trickling down his neck and he wanted to hurl.
Someone grabbed him firmly, not enough to bruise, but enough to jolt him back to reality, he could see his sheriff's badge from the corner of his eye.
"Stiles, you okay?" his eyebrows were furrowed and knitted closely in concern, and he seemed to have aged so much during the short span of time, yet with his shoulders slumped in fatigue, he seemed to carry the whole world on his shoulders.
It's your fault
As if this was news to him
Selfish, weak, you burden the pack with your shortcomings, now look at what you've done
The world was swaying.
STILES!
"STILES CAN YOU HEAR ME"
The shrill voice jolted him awake, like putting scalding red poker on someone's skin, the blinding white light felt like needles stabbing into his brain, taking a while for his eyes to get used to. Looking up, he saw the clear blue sky, together with the scent of bad odour and the mostly suffocating environment.
"GUYS MOVE AWAY let's give him some space"
Memories started crashing down like a tidal wave, and he suddenly felt sapped of all his energy, before he noticed something trickling down his face.
Oh right, Allison's still dead
"What is this, an intervention?" The scruffy teen g