'This isn't you'

The only noise heard was the sound of his heavy breathing, the breaths coming out as misty air from his chapped lips. The lack of any hydration caused his throat to scream in agony. His whole body was numb, from what he didn't know. All he felt was emptiness and the only thing on his mind was to keep pushing forward. Forward was a white, bright door at the end on this infinite hallway. That's all he knew and apparently, all he wanted to know. It was as if someone had attached strings to all his joints like he was a puppet. As he came closer to the only light, his bare feet crushed weak dying leaves, some pieces sticking to the soles of his feet. Trees loomed over him, their arms brushing over his bare arms, pricking them every time skin met wood. His hand reached outwards in attempt to touch the glowing door before it disappeared and he was swallowed in darkness.

'This isn't you'

Finally, his fingertips reached the door and a sigh of relief escaping out of his lips. Gently, she flung the door open without a second thought. The moment he did, he blinded by the bright intensity that bounced off the white walls. On instinct, his eyes squinted so the light couldn't attack him at full force. Once his eyes had near about adjusted, he gazed in front of him and saw a familiar friend. His chocolate eyes stared at him with so much concern that it frightened him. The mysterious boy's hair stuck to his face from what appeared to be sweat. From what though? Had he been in the same position of ambling down the endless corridor?

'This isn't you'

Glancing behind him, he saw that the door had disappeared. Panic swelled inside, replacing the fright that he had felt moments ago. Turning around, he was about to open his mouth to ask the familiar boy what they were doing here when he saw her reflection in a random mirror. His maple eyes widened so much that it the intense light made his eyes burn. His friend, Scott's hand moved its way towards him in vain attempt to stop what he was about to do next. "This isn't you," he breathed. "This isn't you," his voice didn't sound the same, this time it much deeper.

But Stiles didn't care at this moment; he needed to see what he looked like right now.

With more force than intended, Stiles shoved Scott out of the way, causing him to stumble to the side. Staring back at him was something that he didn't quite want to believe. In the glass was a boy that appeared to be someone extremely like him but blood caked the length of his arms and stained his navy blue three quarter length shirt. Some had managed to creep onto the side of his neck and travelled up to the corner of his mouth. But the even worse thing was that he knew that it didn't belong to him.

'This isn't you'

Stiles stumbled forward, his now shaking hands gripping the edge of the sink as though it were his lifeline. His eyes darted back and forth, his breaths becoming laboured too quickly. Stiles' moment of panic and denial vanished as quickly as it came. Instead, he took in what he had done and fixed his reflection a steely gaze.

"This is you," he said emotionlessly.