He was screaming. He was screaming at the top of his lungs and still no one could hear him, not even his own father. It was like he was drowning, holding his breath until that last possible second, just waiting... Waiting until he could finally breathe in the water and accept the peace that came with it... But for now... Now it just felt like hell. He was powerless. Prone and powerless, left only to watch as everything was going on around him. Like he had been back in the auto shop, paralyzed by the kanima's venom, forced to watch as that poor man was murdered right before his own eyes, crushed by the lift.
He couldn't do anything. Not a god damn thing...
And it was killing him.
Pieces of his soul, breaking and fracturing, being consumed by Daemon who was just laughing... Although it was wrong. Because it wasn't Daemon's laugh, it was Stiles' own, coming back at him and taunting him... Showing him just how little control he had over himself and his surroundings, just how useless he was.
Erica had been right. He was human. Pathetically human and unable to do a goddamn thing...
And that fact had never been so apparent as it was now.
So maybe it'd be better, right? Better to just give up. To give in to the fact that Daemon had him, his body, his soul... Had everything that ever was and ever would be Genim Stilinski at his fingertips, able to do with as he pleased. Not to mention the fact that there was a convenient gaping wound in Stiles side, one that had been carved out a few days prior.
An insurance policy, Daemon had called it, talking to himself aloud in the mirror because he'd known that Stiles could hear him... That Stiles had had no choice but to listen.
And he had. Stiles had all but given up...
Until he saw Erica through Daemon's eyes. She looked just as beautiful as ever, with her calm, confident smile in place and her blonde hair cascading down around her shoulders... But what betrayed her were her eyes. Because while Stiles couldn't control himself, he could see things the way Daemon saw them... He could see just how broken and black Erica's soul was becoming, and that was enough.
Enough to start up the screaming again.
Enough to start up the fighting.
But still... He was screaming. He was screaming at the top of his lungs and no one heard him. Not even Erica...
Not even himself.