Teen Wolf: Bitten

Chapter 10: "Post Traumatic Stress"

(Sorry if there's any mistakes, I'm currently editing it.)

Scott's POV
"What does he mean? Why am I different?" Stiles asked as I walked out of the clinic.
Lydia and Kira had already left.
"Where you listening in on us?"
"Ugh...maybe. Scott, is there something you're not telling me?"
"I don't know anything more than you do! Now, stop worrying about it."
"Fine, but if you find out anything, and I'm mean anything, you tell me straight away. Okay?"
"Yes Stiles, okay! Now why don't we go back to mine and watch a film or something. You can stay over if you want?" I said, trying to take his mind of all the whole subject.
"Yeah, that sounds good. I'll go home and get some clothes, see you later." He said as he walked off.
"See you!" I replied.
"God, he worries to much." I said to myself.
"I HEARD THAT!" Stiles shouted.
"That was my intention." I laughed.

4 hours later
Stiles came at about 9:30pm.
"What took you so long?" I asked.
"Sorry, I lost track of time." He said as he rubbed the back of his head.
We went into the living room and I turned on the TV.
"Did you bring anything to watch?" I asked.
Stiles picked up his bag and rummaging through it.
"Umm....What about 'Kick Ass'? I've heard it's pretty good." He said as he held up the case.
"Yeah sure, whatever you want."
He passed me the disc and I put it in the DVD player.
Stiles was sat on the sofa so I decided to sit on the arm chair, just in case he fell asleep. He usually falls asleep when we watch films.
"It's been a while since we have done something like this." I said.
"Yeah...It's nice."

With everything that had happened, it was nice to just sit down and do something normal for once.

1 hour later
The film was pretty good so far, it was also kind of funny. I was about to ask Stiles if he was enjoying it  when I noticed he had dropped off, so I decided to turn the film off and go to sleep.
Stiles' dream
I was in the middle of the woods with no idea on how I'd gotten there. It was freezing. I noticed that on the floor in front of me there was a newspaper. I picked it up and noticed the main headline, 'Multiple wolf attacks in Beacon Hills Reserve, stay away." By now, I knew that they probably weren't just normal wolf attacks. I looked around to see if I recognised where I was when I suddenly heard multiple screams in the distance. I followed the sound of the screams like a compass, I ended up by a lake. What I saw next was terrible. The lifeless bodies of all of my friends on the cold woodland floor. Lydia, Scott, Derek, Kira, Liam, my dad, Melissa, Deaton, all dead. I didn't know what to do. They looked like they had been mauled. I didn't know if to scream or cry. Run or call 911. My friends were all dead.
"Y-You did this." I heard someone whisper.
"You did this Stiles. You did this. You killed all of us." The same voice whispered.
I looked down at my hands and they were covered in blood and my clothes were ripped.
"YOU DID THIS." The voice showed this time.
"No...n-no. I didn't. I-I-"
"You're a killer Stiles."
"No-no! I'm not! I-" I cried.
"You killed all of us."
I held my hands over my ears and closed my eyes.
When I opened them, I was in a white room. There was a sink and a mirror in front of me. I had blood on my face and clothes. My eyes began to glow.
"No-no." I said as I gripped the sink.
"See Stiles, you're a monster." I heard someone whisper.
I looked down and tried to block out the voice.
"This is just a dream." I said to myself. "WAKE UP." I shouted.
"This is real Stiles. Look in the mirror, see what you've become."
I slowly looked up at the mirror and saw the reflection. The face that looked back at me was not mine, it was the face of a wolf. But not just any wolf, the white wolf.
Scott's POV
I was woken up by a loud scream. I jumped up and saw Stiles sat up on the sofa crying and screaming. I ran over to him and held him down. He just carried on screaming.
"Woah Stiles! It's okay, you're okay." I said. He was shaking and sweating. He was a mess.
He put his head in his hands and sighed.
"I-I'm sorry."
"Don't apologise." I said as I smiled. "Are you okay?" I asked.
"Yeah I'm fine...it was just a nightmare."
"Well, you don't look okay Stiles. What was the nightmare about?"
I probably shouldn't of asked, but I needed to know what was going on.
"It all felt so real. I was in the woods and I saw all of my friends dead bodies on the floor. Then someone started telling me that I had killed them. I closed my eyes and tried to block out the voice. When I opened them, I was in a white room with a mirror and a sink. The voice kept on telling me I was a monster and it told me to look in the mirror and see what I had become. When I did finally look up, I saw the reflection of the white wolf."
"I don't know what to say, I don't know how to help you. Maybe it's nothing. Maybe it's just a nightmare, nothing more."
But in Beacon Hills, it's always something more. I believe that there is more to this than we're seeing, but I don't want to worry Stiles. I also have a feeling that Deaton knows way more than he's letting on, I just don't know why he would keep it from us.
"Yeah, maybe your right. I mean, nearly dying and then being turned into a werewolf has to have some side-affects, right?"
"I'm sure it's just post traumatic stress or something." I said.
"Maybe." I could tell he didn't believe me. "Whats the time?" He asked.
"Um..." I glanced at my phone. "4:00 am, I'm gonna go back to sleep. Will you be okay?"
"Yeah, sorry I woke you up with my craziness."
"It's okay, it's not the weirdest thing I've been woken up by."
He just smiled and looked down at his hands. I could tell he wasn't okay, I could also sense the stress and anxiety coming off him.
"Goodnight, try and get some sleep. We have lacrosse practice tomorrow."
Stiles hasn't played Lacrosse since he was turned, and neither have I. It will be nice to play again.
"Goodnight."he replied as he lay down.
The thing is, I knew he wouldn't go back to sleep.