Insanity ~ Teen Wolf/Stiles Stilinski

Chapter 34: We Are The Same...

Stiles POV

My heart pounded within my chest like a the beating of a dying person. My blood was cold and flowed steadily through my veins and my every breath was just as uneven as the last. My mind was clouded with everything I saw, everything I knew, everything I had done. I felt shame, guilt, pain and suffering of unimaginable proportions. I had nothing left within myself. I had given up. I lost my brother. To myself. I shot him. I'm a killer.

Damian and Mika caught up with us a few minutes later, and decided to take a turn in dragging me to where ever it was they were taking me.

The trek was a long one, and nobody spoke. Not a single word the entire way. Damian held my right arm and Mika held my left. My legs dragged behind through the rustling leaves and broken branches as they hauled me away in the depths of the woods. The others were a little dispersed. Nola and Segen walked to the right, a little a head of Damian. Facia and Galla walked to the left, just ahead of Mika. Killian and Ujah marched just behind Mika, whilst Hedia and Gerran marched just behind Damian. Luca, the traitor, walked just behind the devil, who forced my hand on the trigger which killed my best friend.

Who are you kidding Stiles? You're just as much to blame for killing Scott. You could've fought back, but you were afraid. You were too scared to do something Scott would've done for you without a second thought!

"I'm sorry." I whispered under my breath. I suddenly had tears falling down my cheeks, and my head hung low in more guilt and shame and pain and grief.

Oh, stop your crying Stiles. You're a coward. Everyone knows it. Scott knew it.

I sniffed, and opened my eyes in shock.

That's why he told you to go through with it. Because he knew that you were too much of a coward to fight back and throw that gun out of your grasp! He told you to go through with it because he didn't want you to feel bad after he was gone. He didn't want you to feel the unbearable guilt of knowing that you killed him! Seperating him from his single mother.

"Stop. Please." I begged, my breath shortening as the tears resumed their flow. The voices of my subconscience overpowered my will and echoed into the deepest parts of my mind, parts no one had even discovered.

Within a second, we stopped. I looked up to see a tall, abandoned looking building. Quite familiar but not that I could recall. And there he stood, as tall as he could like a menacing soldier intending to do all things horrific and scarring.

"We're here." He smiled.

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Melissa's POV

I watched as Derek and Peter carried my son's body inside. My body trembling like an earthquake and my heart pounding so loud you'd think you could hear it. My blood rushing so fast, the warmth couldn't stay, so my body remained cold. I continued to cry as the Sheriff placed a consoling arm around me.

"Put him on the table. Quickly." Deaton threw everything that was on the table, onto the floor and the Hales laid Scott down on the table.

"Is he okay?" Kira sniffed, her eyes red and sore from the crying. Everyone pretty much looked like that. Lydia held tight to the jacket Ethan gave her to help her keep warm, and Malia held tight to the jacket Isaac gave her. Ethan stood firm beside Lydia and Isaac beside Malia. Kira and I stood by either side of Scott, and the Hales and Sheriff stood at his feet. Katia kept Kyle right bedside her and Rhydian did the same with Jana, and they stood in the corner. Deaton looked down at Scott's wound and reached over to his right to get something.

"Scott?" I tried to call him calmly, but it came out like a cry for help. Watching him like this, so motionless, breathless, lifeless, it scared me so much.