Find Your Anchor - Part 1

19. Slipping

The pic above is, I think, is from Supernatural. He's Castiel? I think? The Fallen Angel. He doesn't appear at this fanfic, but I got the idea from the 'slipping'. 

Enjoy! And,

Warning : I don't ship Kira and Stiles(Thomas)

Thomas was in shucking school again. 

His stomach wasn't so bad, thanks to Newt who had patched it up quickly. His limp wasn't bad either. It was just sprained, nothing compared to the pains he felt. He was able to walk, so it wasn't serious. Everybody thought he would be okay.

The only problem was that he wasn't okay. 

At least mentally.

His seraing pain wasn't unbearable, but it did bothered him. It hurts, man, what did you'll expect? Even if He'd been through all kinds of trials, this was painful, too.

But his mental state was worser than ever. Even worser than Chuck died. Even Teresa. Even Lucas. He felt guilty about it, being selfish, but this was different. He had killed a man. With his own hands. Even if he didn't needed to. Well, to be exact, he would have been killed or captured if he didn't, but there was still a choice. 

You didn't had a choice.

It was the voice again. In any time, he would have thought it was Nogitsune talking to him again, but this was, too, different. This felt familiar. Comfort. Family. Not some random demon fox. 

Am I going crazy? He thought Pscychos usually say that they had heard voices inside their head, telling them to do evil things. Was his occasion like them? Was he a pscychpath? A maniac?

You are not a maniac. It said again. You didn't had a choice, Asher.

I'm Thomas. Thomas thought back. It felt like he was talking to Teresa, through the telepahty line. Now that Teresa is dead, he didn't had the chance to experience the feeling.

"What?" Minho said, who was sitting next to him in Jorge's car. "Of course you're Thomas, man. No one would call you Stiles."

Thomas jerked awake. Man, did I talked aloud?

Everyone was looking at him again, worried. Thomas hated it. He hated it when everybody stared at him like he was a sick puppy who needed help. He was the leader! He should show his strong figure as a leader. Thomas raised his eyebrows. Almost as high as Gally. It meant that he wanted them to mind their own business.

And back to the voice.

You have some new friends, aren't you? 

So what, have any problem with that?

No. It's just that... Never mind. But do you remember any of your life before? Before this time?

Before this time? Did I had nine lives or something?

Yeah.

You think?

. . . Good for you.

Huh?

Good for you, man. It's nice to you that you have good friends that wouldn't betray you.

Someone already had. But this friends aren't going to. 

Hmm. 

What? And why are you here? I mean, why are you doing here suddenly in my head? Who are you? What did I've done in my pre life? And was my name Asher then? And...