Stiles's P.O.V
A loud crash woke me up. Along with furious lights and a heavy crying sky. A storm. My eyes looked around and I noticed I was no where familiar. A dimly lit room, only light was the one through the open window which held out a fierce storm. The sky was a mix of blue, and black. And maybe snippets of gray. It was pretty. It represented how I felt right now. Mad, sad, depressed, angry, betrayed... The mix of dark colors in the storm represented an emotion. Sadly, all these emotions were mine. And all of mine were currently the worst.
I looked around again, and I looked down at where I lay. A bed. A soft bed, with sheets smoother than silk. I gently clenched them in my hand and breathed in the scent, of nothing. It smelled clean. Fresh out of the laundry, but it was cold. No warmth whatsoever. Just like always. It was actually colder. Well, there was a storm outside, and the the door which at first glance seemed like a wide window, which led onto a small balcony, was wide open. The white silky long curtains swooshed gently in the air, floating softly. It was surprising that they weren't violently swooshing, the storm outside was also wetting the floor of the balcony, and I could feel small snippets of water fall onto me.
Actually, the sheets weren't the only thing that felt clean. I felt clean too. Not a single piece of sweat on me. My skin felt dry but cold and freshly out of a shower. And actually, my skin looked paler than ever. Not the sickly normal pale I was. No, this seemed like a milk type of pale. That blended it in with the sheets actually. Completely pale white. And the room's dark wooden planks made the sheets seem ever whiter if possible. It all felt like a dream. Or maybe, it was. Maybe I was asleep. Or maybe I was dead. Yeah, that's it. I'm dead. And I'm in heaven. That's probably it. Heaven is peaceful. I liked it.
I looked down, of course this wasn't heaven. I didn't deserve to go to heaven. This was a peaceful dream which would soon turn into a nightmare. Or maybe, this was reality. And something good came to my life. Peace. Probably not though. I did nothing to deserve it... I looked at the sheets again and I curled up. I gripped the sheets and I brought them to my face. I brought my knees up, arching my back. My knees finally came in contact with my face and I hid my face in them. I felt my shoulders start to shake and I covered my mouth. Tears slowly started making their way to my eyes and out of them. I let out all my tears, my shoulders shaking, and my voice cut out by the hand over my mouth.
I heard something. My crying ceased and my eyes widened. My shaking stopped and it's almost as if my heart beat did too. The noise was like someone walking. Steps. They resonated through the room along with sound of the rain drops. I kept my body curled up and I heard something else. The door. Someone was opening the door. I clenched my eyes shut and I hid my face in my hands.
All sound stopped as my heart started jumping like crazy in my chest. I heard more steps again, the door opened. The steps got softer and softer as I felt them come closer to me. The bed shifted and I felt my body get paralyzed. A sudden warmth enveloped me and my body relaxed, though my senses were still going crazy. I felt something touch my hair, playing with the ends. I was tempted to scream right now, I could feel my mouth twitching and I was honestly terrified right now.
A voice spoke next, male voice definitely, it had an awkward ring to it, maybe a bit of shyness in it, and slightly raspy, but smooth either way "Um, sorry for being straight-forward, but I know you're awake by the way, also um, you can like um, breathe you know, you're gonna end up choking er... something I guess and uh yeah...". I could've laughed at how horribly awkward that was. But I didn't, because I felt like I couldn't, in any other situation I would have, but not today. His voice interrupted my train of thought "But no, seriously, you should breathe, like, your heart-beat is slowing down".
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FanfictionStiles Stilinski is a depressed teenager, still mourning the death of his mother. With social anxiety and depression, average daily tasks for him are a hassle. His dad being a sheriff at the local police station is oddly ever at home. Leaving Stile...