That state of half asleep and half awake, that's where I am right now. The whispers are back. I thought they would go away on their own, but they haven't. You would think with my best friend being a werewolf, and things trying to kill me everyday, voices in my head would be normal. And it could be worse, so I have no reason to complain. It's really not that bad, until I can't wake up.
Normal POV
'They don't need you. You know that right?"
"The only friend you've ever had has out grown you."
'Please stop.' stiles begs.
"You don't matter. You don't belong."
"Stop trying to be a hero, Stiles." "You're going to get someone killed pretending. What are you trying to prove?"
'Why are you saying this? I'm asleep, so this isn't real. You're not real.
Stop it, stop it...
"STOP IT!" Stiles shot out of his bed, gasping for breath. Closing his eyes tightly, stiles gripped his head, rocking back and fourth. "What can I do?" He sobbed. "What do you want me to do?!" Over again the boy whispered the plea like a prayer. "Please..tell me what you want."
Stiles cradled his knees and let the agony rip from his chest. All the while Lydia stood outside of his room with tears lining her lashes, listening to the lonely cries of the human wolf pack member. After his sobs quieted and she gently entered the room. To her surprise, he was looking right at her as she stepped In further.
"How long where you there?"
"Long enough...How did you know I was even there?
The teen smiles lightly, unshed tears shining in his eyes.
"Lydia, you've worn the same perfume for three years now. I can recognize the smell of Dolce and cabana anywhere."
Lydia's lips thin as she tries to make sense if everything she had witnessed.
"Um..here I brought you this." She says, holding the fast food out to him.
Stiles cocks his head to the side, as he stands slowly to take the greasy bag from her.
"Why are you standing like that?"
"Like what?"
"Like that! You are slouching and favoring your left. Why?"
The teen shook his head. "It's nothing Lydia, really."
Irritated, she tosses the bag of food unto the bed and sets the fountain drink on the nightstand.
"Let me see what he did to you."
"Lydia, really I'm f-"
"If you were fine you would be at school. If you were fine, I wouldn't have just heard what I did. You aren't fine. Stiles please, let me help you. Lift up your shirt, and let me see."
Stiles bit his lip, letting his head hang low. The red head could see him getting more and more nervous by the second, as he gently rolled up the bottom of his shirt to let the girl assess the damage done by the alpha. She could see him as he was. A broken boy with pale skin littered with bruises of every shape and color possible. "Stiles...why do you let him do this to you?" Fresh tears rolled down the young boys face as he smiled bitterly. "I don't let him, I just can't stop him. Lydia, I'm just Stiles. I don't have the power to make things happen, or to stop them from happening."
Lydia blinks in surprise. The boy is usually so optimistic, and it hurts her to hear how much the pack has broken him.
"Is that what your nightmare was about?"
The boy puts his shirt back in place, and takes his seat back on the bed. When he meets her eyes again, Lydia can see the dark circles under his puffy eyes, and the tear tracks down his cheeks. "I hear them. All of them. Reminding me constantly, that I'm useless. It only gets to me when I can't wake up."
"You keep saying 'them'. Who is them, Stiles?"
"I don't know. It wouldn't freak me out as much if I knew they were my own thoughts."