Teen Wolf Stiles Stilinski x reader

Hallucination

TW: Trauma and Mental health disorders

3 Weeks Later

STILES POV

That's great, I failed yet another test. The past few weeks of school have been a blur, my dad forced me to see a therapist and it's pretty obvious that I have depression and serious anxiety. I've been having panic attacks every day, and I'm struggling to sleep.

 My mind flashes back to that night every time I close my eyes. Brooklyn's cries and voice replaying over and over inside my head, the feeling of guilt washing over me. Is there any chance she'll ever wake up? It's been too long, and Scott and his pack have been putting a lot of pressure on me. 

I am always by his side helping him with everything and we are still trying to find the people trying to kill him. They have disappeared and we are not sure when they will strike again, the people who nearly killed her. 

"Stiles? Are you listening?" The teacher called out, causing me to snap out of my thoughts. The bell rings and I instantly move to my locker, trying not to be seen by any of my friends. Scott comes approaches me, 

"Are you feeling alright, I was watching you back there?"  

I take a deep breath, "It's just, I'm failing my classes and I'm really stressed out about Brooklyn and the Argents. What if Allison's family kills one of us? What if she doesn't wake up? What if-"

"Stiles calm down, we will work it out."

I start to feel lightheaded and I can hear my heart racing, I try to catch my breath but I can't seem to.

"What's going on?" he asks closing my locker. 

He grabs my arm and leads me to the bathroom, I stumble in the bathroom and slump against the sink. Breathing heavily, "Scott I, I'm fucking tired! Tired of all this!" 

"Shit you're, you're hyperventilating, sit down!"

He helps me catch my breath after I fall to the ground. "Do you want to talk about it?"

I feel tears streaming down my face, "I just, I should have kissed her, man."

He hugs me and helps me up, "Brooklyn? You will, once she wakes up! Go get some rest, please."

"I can't"

"Yes you can, that's what she would have wanted. Do it for her."

As I leave and get into my Jeep, I check my phone, a few missed calls from Lydia and Liam which I am not going to answer. 

*******

I lay in my bed staring at Brooklyn's jacket in my closet, she had left here before the summer.

"Stiles! There is pasta in the fridge, someone needs me at the station, I'll be back soon!"

My dad calls out, I'm not hungry anyway. I don't remember the last time I actually had an appetite. I haven't slept in three days and I keep having hallucinations, sometimes I can't tell if I'm asleep or awake.

 I turn to the kitchen counter and see that he must have forgotten his gun here, I should probably go after him.

 I grab the gun and my keys and head to the sheriff's station, it's about ten minutes away. My eyes start to feel really heavy and I start to feel weak, my eyes keep shutting and I am trying to force them open.

I slowly tilt my head, "Stiles!" I hear Brooklyn  shriek. 

What the fuck? I jerk up looking around, I'm hearing voices now? I rub my eyes and see something in the corner of my eye, I look to my right and see someone sitting right there.

 It is Brooklyn , my vision is very blurry but I see her reaching for the gun in her lap.

 I stare at her not being able to speak or move, forgetting I am driving. She aims it at her head and she pulls the trigger, "No!" I push on the breaks abruptly and she is gone.

 I look up and see the station right in front of me and people looking frightened in front of the vehicle. My dad walks over, "What is wrong with you! You could have just killed all these people and crashed into this building!"

I roll down my window and he must have noticed that I was just as shocked as he is. I tell him that I wanted to give him his gun and I hand it to him. 

He thanks me and tells me to get out, "Son, I think we need to have a little chat." He sits me down in his office and sits on his desk, "Ok Stiles, I know why you kinda lost control of the jeep."

"Y-you do?"

"Yeah, it's because you haven't slept, your eyebags are really bad. Now can you tell me why you haven't been sleeping?"

"Dad you don't need to worry about me, you have enough to worry about anyway," I get up to leave.

He stands up and grabs my arm, "Isn't the therapist working? Are you doing this on purpose?"

"No dad, it's just...nightmares. Yeah, really bad ones."

"Oh, ok so your mental health must be serious then, you need to work on it."

"No dad, I'm fine."

"No just listen, Stiles I noticed ever since the incident that well, you haven't been the same. That maybe you could use a facility, I can afford to take you to Eichen house."

"Hang on what? That crackhouse! I'm, not crazy dad!"

"I already signed you up, you go in two days."

********

I make my way back home when Scott calls me, I am not in the mood for another talk. He calls again, he only does that if it's urgent so I pick up.

"What's up?"

"Hey Stiles, it's me, Melissa... I think you should come to the hospital."

If you are here, ILY<3