Monsters | Stiles Stilinski

𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝟔𝟐

   THE FIRST FEW DAYS AFTER THEIR SACRIFICE Scott, Allison and Stiles had been fine. They all admitted to feeling the darkness Deaton said they would but it was nothing they couldn't deal with. Stiles said to me it was worth it to save his dad though I couldn't help but feel that he wouldn't experience true happiness ever again. I was afraid that there would always be that cloud surrounding his heart and I didn't want that for him. I did everything in my power to help him when he felt the effects of it the most and he said it did help him.

In the weeks that followed things started to take a hazy turn. I had been out with Scott and Isaac in the preserve — battling through my third full moon — when the Sheriff called to say Stiles had woken him up screaming from a night terror. I felt horrible because I hadn't been beside him to comfort him and I was scared to return to him while the moon was still high. I could only speak to him over the phone in an attempt to comfort him because I didn't want to hurt him.

In the days before that I'd woken up through the night to see him wide awake, staring at the ceiling in thought. He used to tell me that he couldn't sleep, not that he was too scared to go back to sleep incase he had another nightmare. I didn't know he was suffering and guilt rippled through me for such a long time.

After that night he woke up screaming I didn't ever want to leave him. He seemed to be all right whenever I was next to him. It hadn't happened since and the Sheriff and I wondered if it was just a one-off thing. I had hoped that it was but even if it was he was still lying wide awake at night.

I flushed the toilet and rubbed my tired eyes before opening them, squinting under the lights harsh glare, and I glanced in the mirror. My hair was a disheveled mess and my top was creased in several places but I didn't care. I was only going back to sleep.

I yawned as I half stumbled out of the bathroom, keeping my eyes closed as I tried to feel for the light switch. My fingers grazed over the switch when a soul shattering scream reverberated off the walls loudly. The hairs on the back of my neck stood up immediately as my stomach flipped in panic. My body suddenly felt fuzzy, no doubt due to how fast my heart had started beating.

I had forgotten about turning the light off and as the door to the Sheriff's room opened so sharply the door could've fallen off it's hinges, I turned to see Stiles' dad standing there with wide eyes.

We both met each other's gaze for a split second and I was sure the look in my eyes was the exact same as his .. fear.

We were frozen in time for a minute until we broke free of the paralysis. I sprinted down the corridor to Stiles' room, knocking into the doorframe and the Sheriff followed behind me.

In the darkness of his room, Stiles wailed loudly in utter terror and he thrashed around on his bed violently. The covers had twisted around his legs and tangled and the pillows had been strewn across the bed and the floor. His screams were chilling and I was almost sure they would haunt me for a long time purely due to the fear behind the sound.

I didn't even think about turning the light on. I was too focused on getting to Stiles as he screamed. I was running on overdrive, forced away from my emotions and lured into autopilot. I scrambled to get on to the bed, yelling Stiles' name loudly while attempting to dodge his thrashing limbs. Eventually I did manage to slip into the gap he created behind him and I fixed my arms around his as I shouted his name as loudly as I could.

It was practically unheard. His screams of terror overpowered my voice and so I had to shake him vigorously too.

"Stiles! Stiles, stop!" I shouted to him as his dad sat down on the edge of the bed besides him, "Stiles, you're okay! You're okay. Just wake up!"