Chapter 1

Monday morning*

"Hey Scott," said Stiles

"Hey stiles how have you been? Are you okay?"

"Scott, I'm fine really. You need to stop worrying I'm not possessed anymore"

But the truth was Stiles was not fine. He has had constant nightmares and panic attacks since the day the nogitsune was killed, which was almost 4 months ago. Only his dad knew about them because he was too embarrassed for anyone else to find out.

"Okay okay I know I need to spot worrying"

"Hey stiles how are you doing?" Lydia asked.

"Okay I cant take this anymore I'm going to class," Stiles responded.

stiles walks away*

"Is he okay?" Lydia asks Scott.

"I thought he was but now I'm not so sure"

"Are you okay? I know it's been a few months since Allison but I know I am still having a hard time"

"It's getting easier but you know nothing will ever be the same without her"

"Yeah I know, come on let's get to class"

Lydia and Scott walk into class*

Lydia asks, "Hey where is Stiles didn't he say he was going to class?"

"Yeah he did I'm not sure do you think something is wrong?"

"No he is probably fine right? He told us to stop worrying I think we should do just that"

Stiles enters class late*

"Hey Stiles why are you late" Scott asks.

"I had to go to the bathroom before class"

Scott notices that Stiles seems a little shaken up but doesn't ask because he knows stiles would get annoyed.

bell rings*

When the bell rings Stiles packs up his stuff quickly and leaves without saying goodbye to anyone.

stiles driving home*

"Hello Stiles" the nogitsune says in stiles mind.

"No, we killed you"

"Really I didn't think of you to be so dumb, I was trying to talk to you earlier I know you heard me"

This is the reason Stiles was late to class. On his way there he started to here the nogitsune's voice in his head. He tried to block it but he couldn't and he found himself wandering into the basement of the school. When he realized where he was he thought he had made up the whole thing and just had another panic attack, but now he is not so sure.

"No you can't be real you are dead, calm down Stiles you are fine he is gone"

Stiles hands started to shake and his forehead started to sweat. He was having vision problems and could barely see the road.

"No stiles I am not dead but I am not alive either, when they killed my original body some of my souls stayed attached to yours, I have been building up my strength ever since that day"

"What that doesn't make any sense how have you been building strength?"

Stiles could barely get the words out. When he did he already knew the answer. He noticed he had been losing weight but he thought it was just because of the lack of sleep he has been getting, but lately he hasn't been able to concentrate or focus and he hasn't been able to keep up with the other lacrosse players like he usually can.

"Oh Stiles I think you already know the answer to that"

In the moment Stiles couldn't control it everything became blurry he started to swerve. He didn't notice that the stoplight in front of him had turned red. As he entered the intersection a truck came through from the left and hit his Jeep on his side.