Yours (Stiles Stilinski)

Chapter Seventy Nine

"Are you kidding me?" I muttered, as I threw a rubber band ball at the wall. Other-Me paced back and forth behind me.

"You've made no more progress. Can't you see we're running out of time!" She shouted. I rolled my eyes.

"You've said that for days now. Aren't you tired of repeating yourself?"

"Aren't you tired of being an idiot? Scott just straight up snapped your hand like it was crispy bacon. Aren't you angry?" she questioned. I rocked on my heels, staring at the dark wall in front of me. Every time I blinked, it looked like the walls were slowly closing in around me, inch by inch.

"I'm too tired to be angry. I just want this all to be over," I muttered quietly. I heard a groan, and I sighed at my double's energy. If she wanted to fix everything so badly, she could get out there and do it herself.

"You can't give up, Y/n. Not when we're so close. Your whole life, you've been picking up the pieces. Don't you want to relish in your powers and live your own life? Don't you remember the plan?" She asked. I closed my eyes, wincing as memories of a happier time sprang to my mind. The mere thought of Stiles' maps, his plans, his dreams; all of it brought stinging tears to my eyes.

"Christ on a cracker, even internal-Me is sounding like Stiles now. Listen, the plan is going to suck because Scott obviously knows about Donovan. Theo's got them all around his gross little finger, and I can't power myself out of this one, okay? I tried. I couldn't talk at all the other day, I was screaming so loud! - Not like it was much use anyway, and I send one shitty memory to Scott, and he breaks my hand! Doesn't even have the decency to come back and apologize," I murmured with a frown. I felt something hit my back and I winced, turning to see my double glaring down at me.

"I'm tired of taking it easy on you, Y/n. You're taking what Theo said way too seriously. Everyone has a void. Everyone. Up until now, you've been perfectly good at filling it; living with it; relishing in it. Why now is it holding you back?"

"You don't understand."

"Right. It's not like I'm you or anything... Come on, Y/n. You think I don't know why you're really upset? You're worried that Theo's going to tell Stiles how evil you are? Are you afraid that Theo's going to make you out to be a wittle-baby-villain?" My double cooed. I frowned, crossing my arms.

"I can certainly see why Scott wants to punch me in the throat when I do that. You're very annoying," I stated. She stared at me for a moment.

"I'm you. I know."

—

My eyes flickered open. I scanned the area. It was dark. I looked down at my hand. It had been cleaned and wrapped. I felt my head move a bit, and I almost let out a sob of relief. I looked back at the ceiling, taking a deep breath. I had something up my nose, and I felt like I might choke, but I was alive. I thought of my brain-double, wondering if she was just a coping mechanism, or maybe I had little-me's running around in my head. Either way, I was flipping her off mentally, as I felt my leg twitch. I closed my eyes and prepared myself. With a grunt, I used all of the strength in my body to push. I succeeded and rolled off of the bed, slamming into the floor with a thud. I groaned in pain, and I felt my eyes flutter shut again.

—

"You're an idiot," Other-Me echoed from behind me. I slammed my hands on a sealed door. I leaned my forehead against it, as I let out a groan.

"Wow. Thanks. — For a second, I thought you were just a hallucination—"

"I am. You are fully-certifiably-insane. Maybe your next trip will be to Eichen House."