𝑇𝑒𝑒𝑛 𝑊𝑜𝑙𝑓 𝑂𝑛𝑒𝑠ℎ𝑜𝑡𝑠🐺[On Hiatus]

Blurry figures & Syringes ~ Newtmas❤️

Slowly stiles whiskey brown eyes opened ,
All he can see is bright light and dark figures.

slowly getting over the shock of waking he hears voices calling his names and other murmuring odd things.

He now notices the feeling of his hands behind his back, surrounded by rope.

He can feel the warm wood of a chair underneath him.

He notices the large amount of people sitting in front of him all with matching rope bracelets, there was little kids and parents, teens, toddlers & preteens. All tied up and sitting on the cool ground that looked like the gymnasiums wood textured floor.

He can see his friends and his father

Oh god

He can see Allison

Erica... Boyd...

He can see newt-

the Gladers

What brings him out of his haze is a bitter haunted laugh that after a second be realizes is his...

This caused Some of the Weres and Gladers to look at him, Slowly other heads turn.

It must be a sad sight, a broken boy laughing hysterical and crying with sad hate filled eyes.

Slowly His laughter just turned to hiccups and red blochy cheeks as well as a sticky texture coating his face from the tear tracks.

If he was standing up his knees surly would have given out throwing his pale body on to the hard floor.

With more clarity Thomas could have noticed that he was the only one in a chair.

He must have gone pretty far into his head as he bursts out into a fit of giggles, broken-heart wrenching gigglings.

Everyone took notice of the boys lips mumbling words until slowly he got louder until the point of screaming.

"Le- me OuT lEt Me OuT lEt Me OUT!!! WE GOT RID OF YOU GET OUT OF MY FUCKING HEAD!"

different variations of what he was saying was heard some in different languages some just coming out as broken sobs.

But all together it was heart breaking and caused most people to cry (god this is cheesy).

Once his screaming dwindled, an unknown dirty blonde-green eyed boy softly said
"Tommy? W porządku, czy możesz wziąć głęboki oddech i wyobrazić sobie polanę lub bezpieczną przystań?"
(Tommy? It's okay, can you take a deep breath and imagine the glade, or the safe haven? )

A few of the other unknown people slowly added in head nods or reassuring words in polish.

Of course Noah knew polish he just didn't understand what they meant, how was a 'Glade' supposed to help calm stiles down. And who's Tommy?

Contrary to Noahs thoughts Stiles did calm his breathing and slowly regained his thoughts.

Letting out a shaking breath Stiles Started to think strategically More so Thomas, As stiles Skinny defenseless, stiles wouldn't and shouldn't be able to fight his way out.

Slowly he put pressure on his outer wrist's, as well as getting ready to yank his body back to break the chair.
He breathed in and counted to 3

1
2
3

...

Snapping his arms outwards and pushing his feet up to kick the chair out from under him.