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SORRY FOR THE LONG WAIT, BUT I'M IN UNIVERSITY!

Chapter 23

Stiles

I didn't sleep that night.

I had sat on the bed, lamp on, as I tried to stay awake. I didn't want to fall asleep and risk losing any more time... I had pulled my Dad's hoodie on around two o'clock in the morning, the fabric drowning me completely and my Dad's cologne wafting from it.

It relaxed me a little. Not a lot, but a little...

I had done everything from reading, to listening to music, to walking around the room, to watching a DVD on the laptop. I did everything I could think of to keep me awake.

Which meant, when it reached a decent hour, I downed a fuck-ton of coffee.

Everyone could tell what I was doing. Everyone knew. Well, I doubted Jessie and Luna knew, considering how young they were, but the others did. They knew exactly what I was doing and they were all worrying. They probably thought I would snap, that I would turn into the psycho that attacked Octavian. They were probably worried I would turn on them...

I felt more and more like a freak, with every passing second.

With every look they gave me.

With every faint whisper I would barely hear.

I felt like a monster.

I kept myself to myself. I rarely spoke, I hardly moved. I didn't want to do anything that could, possibly, set off whatever had happened to me. I just wanted to stay as still as possible, until my Uncle Gabe turned up to help me. That was what I needed to do; that way people would be safe.

But it was harder than it seemed.

My ADHD never let me stay still for long, especially when I hadn't had my medication in my system regularly for all that long. It felt like this buzzing in my head, growing louder and louder until it became unbearable.

I ended up sitting on the couch, my Dad's hoodie still on me and a thin blanket wrapped around my shoulders, sketching in a small pad Scott had given to me. I was hoping that drawing would, at least, distract me and take away some of the discomfort. I didn't pay any mind to what I sketched on the paper. I just let the pencil glide across the page in seemingly random strokes, letting my hand do the thinking for me.

Focusing on that was my only option at that moment.

Whisperings.

That was what it started out as, just whisperings.

I ignored it, thinking nothing of it. I thought it was just someone in the house, nearby. I thought it was just something that had been going on for the majority of the day.

But then it got louder.

Voices mixed together in my head. Too many voices to be those in the house.

I heard singing.

I heard yelling.

I heard people talking and screeching.

My ears were ringing. As the volume increased, so did the ringing, my head splitting from the pain. It felt like someone was trying to rip my head in half, trying to break their way into my skull... As if something was trying to break in. Or out.

The voices would talk to me.

They told me things.

They would talk in a strange language.

It was too intense. I didn't know who was trying to talk to me, I didn't know what was going on. My heart was pounding, my breathing went shallow and fast. I could feel my chest start to tighten.

What the hell?

"Shut up..." I whispered. "Shut up... Shut up..."

Over and over, I just repeated the same two words. But, with every repeat, they just got louder. They wouldn't stop. It was like they wanted me to go insane! It was like they wanted me to freak out.

Derek

The change in Stiles' heartbeat was what told me something was wrong. It got faster at an alarming rate, beating harshly.

The screaming had me running.

I sprinted into the living room, only to find Stiles on the floor, curled up into a little ball and clutching his head, his fingers almost ripping into his scalp. He was screaming at the top of his voice, high pitched and frantic, pleading for something no one else could hear to shut up. Tears were running down his face, the scent of blood starting to seep into the air as he clawed at his head.

I skidded to a stop next to him, trying to pull his hands away from his head, trying to keep him still and calm.

I couldn't move him.

His grip on his head was too strong, too strong for even me to undo. I couldn't explain it. The only way I would be able to move his arms was if I broke them. That wasn't even an option. So I could do nothing but try to talk to him, try to snap him out of whatever was happening to him.

He didn't seem to be able to hear me.

Stiles kept trying to fight me away, he screams getting louder as the seconds went by. I didn't know what I could do to stop him. I didn't know what I could do to help him. I was at a lost.

Then it stopped.

He just stopped, completely freezing in place.

He was panting, shaking violently, his eyes as wide as saucers and blood shot.

He looked so confused, almost as if he didn't know exactly where he was. He looked so scared...

"What's happening to me?" he sobbed, folding further into himself, wrapping his arms around his waist. "What's wrong with me?"

I had no idea what to say...

Stiles

Scott stayed with me in the living room, keeping me right next to him, tucked under his arm. He was, literally, acting as my shoulder to cry on. I couldn't stop it. I couldn't shut them off. I wanted to. Trust me, I wanted to. But I couldn't seem to find the switch.

It was terrifying.

It was like I was slowly losing control; losing my mind!

Just like Mom.

I stopped breathing.

My hands curled into fists, my mind racing at a hundred miles an hour, trying to figure out if what I was thinking could be possible. I mean, it was, I knew it was, that was why I was always worried about it. But I was trying to figure out if what was going on with me matched.

There would only be one way to find out.

There would only be one way to know for sure.

But did I really want to go down that road?

Well, yeah, if I wanted to know...

But could I make myself do it?

Slowly, I sat up from where I was resting against Scott's shoulder. I wiped away the tears from my eyes, I hoisted myself to my feet shakily. I needed to know. There was only one way to find out and I needed to do it.

"Stiles?" Scott asked, quietly, getting to his feet.

"Your Mom's working today, right?" I whispered.

"Uh, yeah. Yeah. Why?"

"Scotty... I gotta see a doctor."

It took a few seconds. It took a little time but, soon, Scott's eyes filled with understanding.

"Stiles, it's not-" Scott started.

"But what if it is?" I sighed. "I need to know, Scott. I have to do it."

"But-"

"And I need my best friend with me."

Derek

Stiles and Scott were out of the house for hours. We got a vague idea of where they were going, we had witnessed why, but I knew there was something deeper than what was on the surface.

Neither of them turned up until the sun had set.

Everyone wanted to know what was going on. Everyone wanted to know what, if anything, they had found out. Everyone wanted to know if Stiles was ok.

His and Scott's faces were completely blank, no emotion on them at all. It was as if they were dead. I mean, they both sure looked like it, that was for sure...

No one said anything

No one asked.

We just waited.

Scott led Stiles to the sofa, sitting Stiles between him and me. The kid was paler than usual, he was still shaking... He looked as if he wasn't even there. His eyes were glassy and a little wide.

Then he sighed.

"M-My Mom had Frontotemporal Dementia. It's the only kind teenagers can get." Stiles whispered. "She was delusional... She thought I was trying to kill her, she couldn't even recognise me. She told me I wasn't real, that she never had kids."

Stiles shuddered, his eyes shimmering with a new bought of tears. He wrapped his arms around his torso again, holding onto his sides as tight as he could

"I, uh... I got some tests done and they, uh... They found some abnormalities. But they're not exactly sure what it is yet. Wh-What if I end up like that?" he chocked. "Wh-What if can't recognise anyone?"

Wrapping an arm around the teenager's shoulders, I pulled him as close as I could without it looking strange. I wanted to offer some sort of comfort to him, I wanted to let him know I was there for him.

"Then I'll give you the bite." I told him , firmly. "You're not going to die; I won't let you."

Stiles

For the second night, I refused to sleep. I was more than terrified, not wanting to get to the dream stage. I thought that, maybe, staying awake could help with that... I didn't know what else to do, I didn't know what else could help.

So I just sat there, staring at nothing.

I hadn't been sitting there long when there was a knock at the bedroom door.

I picked my head up as the door opened, watching as Derek's head popped around the door, asking if it was alright if he could come in. I just shrugged. At that point, I honestly couldn't say if I wanted anyone near me or not.

Derek walked in anyway.

He closed the door behind him, slowly making his way over to the bed to sit next to me.

He didn't say anything.

He didn't try and make me move or speak.

All he did was put his arms around me, resting his chin on my shoulder. He was just offering silent support, something that seemed to come from him a lot since I moved into the house with him.

I practically fell against him, until I was pressed fully against his chest, tucked tightly against the Alpha. There was something about being near Derek that made me feel protected and safe. I mean, I'm not saying it felt as if nothing could get to me at all, but I felt like I was cared for and I had help.

It was a nice feeling.

It was something I didn't feel a lot with many people.

The feeling was kind of addictive.

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