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"is it strange that i talk to myself. is it weird when i hear someone else. what do i do, there's no more you. and they tell me you'll be coming home. is it strange i believe them again, the voices in my head."

-voices, the lylas

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Stiles Stilinski was heading into a dark, deep depression when his mother died.

He had this fear that would bubble up at anytime of the day.

Stiles soon learned how to control his fear, to hide it, and bury it deep inside of him.

But that only made things worse.

His mind created people to supplement that fear, and give it to him when he tries to bury it.

Which made Stiles Stilinski just an indenial crazy person.

"Do you even know what two plus two is?! Think again idiot. Next time just try harder."

Stiles rolled his eyes at the math genius and continued walking.

This is Stuart. His school guru. Stuart brings all of Stiles' fears about academics to life. He literally tortures Stiles with words.

Stuart looks just like Stiles, except with glasses and longer hair

"I mean come on, anyone can do the Pythagorean Theorem. It's basic. Unless you're an idiot." Stuart's harsh words follows him in the hallway of his school.

"Hey Stiles," a voice interrupted his sulking, "do you want to hang out tomorrow?" Scott asks his best friend.

Stiles gave a weak smile and nodded.

And in his mind, he heard a very loud snort of laughter.

"Oh this is going to be great."

Spencer's words pierced through his eardrums. Stuart must be gone, Stiles thought, it's Spencer's turn now.

"You really think that he wants you as his friend? This is obviously a pity party for you Stiles. Who wants to be your friend?"

Her tone made Stiles flinch, and his smile disappear.

But nonetheless, he puts on a brave face and continues walking to the locker room. Quickly giving glances at Lydia Martin.

Spencer scoffs and gives Stiles a glance.

"You're still on Lydia? Lydia Martin, who never notices you, never even thinks about you. The girl who you are continuously stalking, and you have a plan to get with her? Remember that Stiles? Lydia...like 'Five Year Plan' Lydia?" She deadpans.

Stiles sighs and quickly looks at her, "Yes, okay, God. That was last year; I'm a growing boy, that includes the 'emotional' stage of my life. You can't blame me for one terrible crush. So just back off Spencer. I don't want to hear your crap today."

Spencer just rolls her eyes and continues to follow Stiles.

After a few more quiet seconds, Stiles lets out a breath of relief. The torture was over for today.

He breathes in a deep breath before getting ready for lacrosse practice. His favorite, and least favorite, part of the day.

"Stilinski! Ass out on the field come on!"

"Yes Coach," The freshman sighs, collecting his lacrosse things and going out on the field.

Everyone was practicing, hoping to get on first line and trying their hardest to impress coach.

Stiles though, Stiles had a plan.

He had been practicing all summer and he had gotten really good.

Smiling a bit, he gripped the lacrosse and scooped the ball up, chucking it in the net.

His grin widened when he made it in.

"Nice Stilinski! Let's see that energy out in the field tomorrow! You might just make first line."

At that, Stiles continued to shoot the balls into the net. Wanting to impress everyone even more.

He was getting attention for something he was good at and loved it. Hell, Stiles might have a chance to actually be cool in his life.

Scott grinned at Stiles once they were walking back from practice.

"Dude that was amazing! I mean I know you were getting better, but that was sick!"

Let's just say Stiles went home with a smile on his face.

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As soon as the hazel-eyes boy went home, he practiced and practiced and practiced at his lacrosse skills.

"You know that you aren't going to make it tomorrow."

Stiles jumped at the voice, but rolled his eyes once he saw who it was.

"At least I have a pretty damn good chance."

Shawn shook his head. "You know I'm right. I'm way better at lacrosse than you, I control your athletic skills and a lot more. Whose to say I won't tone it down to where you suck and lose everything?"

That hit a nerve in Stiles. He breathes heavily at first, before whipping around to glare at the imaginary boy.

"You do not control me. None of you control me. I am my own person and without me you three wouldn't even exist!"

"Stiles?"

Stiles froze and looked at the now opened door to see his father squinting at him.

"Who the hell are you talking to?"

Stiles gulped, "I-I um, Scott and I got into a fight about lacrosse. O-on the phone and uhm that's why- you see that's why I was just- uh-"

"Get inside Stiles, it's late and I'm tired." John cut the rambling boy off.

"That's uh, that's a wise decision dad!" He yelled after him.

Stiles glanced behind him to see Shawn vanished.

I will make it tomorrow, no matter what he says. Was his last thought before going to sleep.