A/N: It took me longer to get this chapter written. Longer than what it should've. I had some problems with it. Hope you enjoy it.
-TW-DROWNING-
It burned. His lungs, his nasal passages, his throat, it all burned. It felt like bleach had been poured down his throat and into his nose. His coughing jolted him awake. His head was pounding and his ears were ringing. At first his vision was blurred. Blinking a few times it cleared and he immediately wished that he had just kept them shut. Opening his eyes again he tried to look around and see where he was, but he knew that he was lost. He had never been to this area before and that scared him. Was he even in Beacon Hills anymore?
Stiles thought back on the events that had taken place. He knew what had happened, he remembered everything. The conversation with Scott, the woman, not being able to breathe, but what he couldn't understand was why he felt as if he were drowning. No matter how much he thought about all the events that had taken place he didn't remember water being a part of it, but all the victims had died from drowning, which didn't make sense because he is still alive...isn't he?
He felt around as much as he could but being tied to a tree didn't help. He couldn't move his arms only his hands, and he couldn't move his legs either, his ankles were bound. He felt the panic starting to form when a cackle startled him. Walking towards him was the same woman from before, the one that had attacked him.
"You weren't out very long." She laughed. "I have me a fighter."
"Who are you?" Stiles said in a dry, scratchy whisperer. He sounded pathetic so he tried clearing his throat. "What do you want?" His voice sounded better this time.
"What is it with you and asking questions?" She hissed. "It's quite irritating if you ask me."
"I guess it runs in my blood." Stiles smarted off.
"Well, you are the Sheriff's son. Fine, you want to know who I am? The name is Sira and that's all you need to know, Stiles." Sira smiled.
"What do you want?" Stiles asked again.
"I want you to suffer!" She hissed. "You and your friends, if you could even call them that, I want you to suffer!" She spat, walking over to him and crouching down in front of his face.
"Why? What did we ever do to you?" He asked swallowing hard as what she had said sunk in. "Leave my friends alone. You have me, that's all you need." Stiles tried to bargain but he knew it wouldn't work. It never does.
"You butted into my business! Should've kept your noses out of it!" She snarled. "And as for your so called friends, why do you even consider them that? They abandoned you! They don't need you, they never have. You are dead weight to them. Dragging them down, you make their pack weak. That's not a friend. You're nothing to them." She watched as pain filled his eyes. "But they mean everything to you." She said stroking his face with her fingers.
"You know nothing. They'll find you." He said anger, or was that hurt, in his voice.
"Oh, Stiles. Do you really think that they are looking for you? They probably don't even care you're gone. Hell, the probably don't even know because you mean nothing to them." She grabbed his face her nails digging in.
Stiles tried to free himself from her grasp but she was too strong. "You're wrong." He said firmly.
"Am I? Are you sure about that, Stiles?"
Before he could respond her hands were around his throat. Pressure began to build and he couldn't breathe. He tried to get out of her grasp but the more he tried the harder the squeezed. Before he blacked out she let go. Stiles gasped for air as a coughing spell took over him. He thought he was going to have a panic attack, but apparently that was just the pressure on his chest from the lack of oxygen.
"I thought you were stronger than that, Stiles." Sira said. "I'm disappointed."
Stiles saw her eyes turn black, her face turn gray. She transformed into what she really was, and Stiles was afraid. He now knew why he had felt like he had been drowning. Sira is a siren, a mermaid, and now he is her prisoner.
Sira laughed out a high pitch laugh that made Stiles want to scream. It made his skull feel like it was going to shatter, then there was darkness.
When Stiles woke up he had the worst headache he'd ever had. His ears rang, his brain felt like it was being stabbed with hot needles. He opened his eyes just to close them immediately. He tried opening them once again, this time with success. Looking around, he couldn't see Sira anywhere. He tried readjusting himself and when he did he was surprised that he succeeded. He was even more surprised that he was no longer tied to the tree. His wrists were bound, but nothing else. Cautiously he tried to stand. At first he fell but the second time he accomplished his goal. Swaying a little, Stiles gained his balance. He checked his surroundings once again to make sure that Sira wasn't around, then he ran.
He ran as fast as he could. His heart was beating rapidly and his head was pounding. His legs felt heavy and his lungs were on fire. The cool air was helping him from overheating. Stiles kept pushing himself to keep running even though his body was screaming at him to stop.
He could see a clearing in the woods up ahead. He started running faster. Hope surged through him as he got closer and closer to escaping. Dashing through the clearing Stiles fell to his knees.
Ten feet out I front of him stood Lydia.
Stiles sat there for a second. Surely this was too good to be true.
"Lydia?" Stiles questioned.
"Stiles? What are you doing here?" Lydia asked.
"Me? What are you doing here? Where is here?" Stiles stammered. He stood up, his legs weak not wanting to hold him. "So, you guys have been looking for me." There was a little bit of relief I his voice.
"Why would I be looking for you?" She asked quizzically.
"Because I was…kidnapped. You weren't looking for me? Is Scott searching? Is anyone? Does anyone even care?" Stiles felt his heart sinking. Sira was right, they didn't care.
"No. Stiles. Nobody has been looking for you." Lydia said.
Stiles dropped to his knees. He felt tears forming at the corners of his eyes. Lydia walked over beside him. She put a hand on his shoulder.
"Nobody even noticed you were gone." She said in a sad voice. "In fact, everyone has been happier, especially Scott."
"You're not Lydia."
Stiles was no longer breaking, he was now shattered. The tears started to fall and he didn't care anymore. He was about to speak when pain exploded on the left side of his head, his vision blurred, and he fell face first onto the cold ground unconscious.
A/N: So…how awful is it? I'm an awful person. I know. Lol.