Disclaimer- I don't own Teen Wolf but I thought I would mess around with some character, so enjoy!
"When is a door not a door," a voice whispered out of the darkness, "when is a door not a door." The voice seemed closer now. "C'mon Stiles, you know the answer to this. When is a door not a door." The voice suddenly whispered in his ear. He could feel the breath of the Nogitsune right by his ear. "Let me back in Stiles, you know you enjoyed the power I gave you, you were no longer Scott's defenceless human friend. You were stronger than him and you can be again if you just let me back in. So I'll ask one more time, Stiles."
Suddenly flashes of himself began to happen, 'no that's not me, that's not me doing that, it's the Nogitsune not me not me not me nonono!' Stiles thought to himself. There he (nononono the Nogitsune... not me... never me) was stabbing Scott (No stop don't hurt him not my best friend... not my brother) and then twisting the sword and a feeling of pleasure overcame him, not his own but that of the Nogitsune. Then there was Allison laying in Scott arms dying, while to sound of Lydia screaming began to pierce his ears. (I tried to stop him... I tried... not strong enough... never strong enough to help...)
"So answer me Stiles, when is a door not a door!?" The voice screamed in his ear jolting his attention away from the memories playing and the re-playing over and over again. "WHEN IS A DOOR NOT A DOOR!?"
"WHEN IT'S AJAR!"
Stiles awoke panting, tears streaming down his face and his heart pounding so loud that he wouldn't have been surprised if it woke his dad up. He pushed himself up into a sitting position and rubbed the heels of his hands into his eyes. He rested his face in the palms of his hands and whispered, "Just a dream, it was just a dream" to himself until heart calmed down to a reasonable level.
He sighed into his hands, "Except it was just a dream, it was a nightmare that really happened." Stiles lay back down in his bed, staring at the ceiling, thinking. 'How am I supposed to look at Scott when I can remember stabbing his and the feeling of the Nogitsune's perverted pleasure at the sight, at the feel of the warm blood pouring at of the wound over his hands. How am I going to look at Scott when I am the reason Allison, his first love, is dead, that I was too weak to stop the Nogitsune and how am I supposed to be able to look at Lydia when I killed her best friend.' These thoughts haunted Stiles all night.
He finally managed pushed those thoughts away when his alarm went off telling him it was time to get ready for school. He sighed to himself. "Another day of pretending to be okay. Another day of telling everyone that I'm fine."
Stiles dragged himself out of bed and through his morning routine. When he finally got down stairs there was no one there, "Dad must be at work... or he can't stand to be around his murderer of a son." He muttered to himself as he walked towards the door. After making sure that he had locked the door he unlocked his Jeep and dropped his backpack inside and started the journey to school.
When he arrive at school Stiles left the safety of his Jeep and gripped the straps of his backpack, staring at the school and the people entering and trying to force himself to move. "Okay I can do this. I can finally convince everyone that I'm fine and that I don't blame myself." Stiles muttered to himself unconvincingly, sighing when he still can't convince his body to move 'I do blame myself and so does everybody else. They might not say it to my face and they might tell me it's not my fault but I know they don't mean it.'
He sighed when he saw Scott walking towards him. 'Okay it's time to start acting now.' He thought to himself.
"Hey Stiles, you doing okay?" Scott asked when he finally reached Stiles, "You look pretty tired, man."
Stiles smiled, hoping it looked more real than it felt to convince Scott, "Yeah, I made the mistake of going on Wiki before going to bed, you know when I get on there I have a hard time convincing myself to go to sleep." He lied making sure to keep his heart beat steady while walking toward the History classroom, which was his first lesson of the day. 'I hope he believed me, I don't want him to know I'm still having nightmares. He would try to make me feel better and he can't because this is my punishment.'
"Stiles, I thought you would have learned by now." Scott chuckled, turning to face him by walking backward and somehow managing to avoid bumping into anyone.
"Heh, apparently not." Stiles muttered trying to avoid eye contact without it being obvious.
"Scott!" They heard being shouted, they both turned to the source of the voice and found Kira standing by her locker waving. Scott smiled at her, lighting up at the sight of her.
"Scott go over there and talk to her." Stiles said nodding toward Kira.
"Yeah I will, talk to you later then?" Scott asked as he finally looked at Stiles after he managed to drag his attention away from Kira.
"Yeah dude," Stiles finally smiled at seeing his best friend and brother happy, "I'll see you later."
"Okay later then" Scott said as he made his way over to Kira. 'Okay I am exhausted, how am I supposed to do this all day.' Stiles sighed looking over at a happy couple, 'I don't know how but I am going to do it. I'm not going to be a burden to Scott, not anymore and not about this.' He thought to himself as he took a final look at the smiling pair before entering the classroom.
Thanks for reading. This was my first shot at writing and I hope you enjoyed it. I might add more if asked but for now this is complete. Stay alive frens l-/