About To Be Known [Book 3]

What's Your Damn Problem?

Notes:

Hello!
Back again so soon.
I guess I just had a creative burst, and I wrote two more chapters. I guess this sort of makes up for the 2-month hiatus.
I hope you enjoy these next two chapters.
Let me know what you think after you've read it; I love reading your comments.

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Stiles POV:

Drowning isn't fun. It's like you're having a panic attack, except you can't just fix it by controlling your breathing. You actually have to do the opposite and hold your breath even more. You have to make sure no matter what happens, you don't let any water in.

You have to make sure that all the breath trapped in your lungs stays there and holds out for as long as possible. But simultaneously, while you're doing that, you have to make sure that you don't go unconscious from the pressure in your head. It's a hard thing to do. But that's the only way to survive, I guess.

It felt like an hour, but I think I was only trapped under the water for five minutes at most. At the three-point marker, I had no more breath left.

Apparently, shouting curses at the sky was not good when you were trying to hold your breath. I should've taken a deep breath before that happened, but I was not thinking smart or very well at that moment. I'm almost positive I was just plain panicking. But could you blame me? I was tied to a chair and slowly being drowned?

Once I started choking on the water and subsequently drowning myself. I was slowly losing consciousness. Yet suddenly, as if it was never there in the first place, the water disappeared. The only evidence that there was any water at all was my soaking wet clothes and my uncontrollable coughs. I was desperately hacking and coughing roughly, trying to dispel the water from my lungs.

The moment I caught my breath, I was just confused. First, this person kidnapped me; then, he locked me in the basement somewhere. Then he decides to drown me. But no, not drowned me because I'm not dead, but he decides to, what? Torture me?

Well, he's doing a fucking good job of whatever he's doing. I've had enough, and I just want to go home. I'll do anything not to have to go through that again because it is terrifying.

The drowning itself, even though it's scary, it's all right; in a sense, I've done it before. The fear that I was going to die, the fear that I've always had since this whole supernatural shit storm happened. This overwhelming fear of death. That is what truly bothered me. That feeling... it's never left me, and it's a constant in my life, which is what makes it so unsettling, and I'd rather not feel it so close ever again.

You know what, I will figure out the Kitsune stuff all on my own. I don't need a teacher, not this kind of teacher. I don't know what sort of bullshit test this may have been, but I'm done. I don't care anymore. I'd like this to be over. I will disappear from this person's life and never bother them again if I just don't die. They can have their secrets in their teaching, and their whatever the fuck they do, I'm good. You know what figuring out my hybrid self is probably my own problem, and I'll deal with it on my lonesome. No worries. Let's just get the fuck out of here first.

"Hey jackass who just tried to drown me! I know you're listening, you bastard! Listen, I don't care about the teaching anymore; just send me on my way, and let's never talk ever again. We could just part ways and no problem. Come on, dude, if you're gonna kill me, just do it already!"

I think he's not gonna kill me. He had all this time to murder me, and he has not done it yet, so if murder is not the goal, just leave me alone. Or at least talk to me. Damn.