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Chapter Three

Stiles-

It felt like I was being held down underwater. Fighting way to the surface, trying to keep my mouth closed to keep water out, struggling to survive.

I was choking on air, my eyes flew open, bright blinding light entering my eyes. I couldn't breathe at all, I was having a panic attack.

Some people rushed in trying to calm me. Few minutes later I do. "Stiles? Are you okay?" I heard a calm worried voice ask. "Melissa?" I asked. "Yea it's me. Are you okay?" I nodded, my vision blurring and thee tears stopped falling.

"M-my dad? Where is he? A-and Scott? Wh-where I am?" I said freaking out a little. "Hey hey hey calm down. Your dad's the way, so is Scott and few others. Your in the hospital, you had a accident. Some one found you and brought you in, your jeep is in the shop, okay?"

She said even answering the questions in my head. She pulled out a clip board. "You'll be able to leave in a few hours, your been here for a day, so you'll leave when your dad gets here okay?" I nodded and ran a hand through my hair and smiled.

"Feel better stiles." With that she walked out.

A little while later I heard the door open and a few people run in. "Stiles! Are you okay?!" I heard Scott yell as he ran up to me. Scott, Lydia, Isaac, and Derek? Well then. "Yea I'm fine. Your mom said I can leave as soon as my dad gets here."

He was about to say something when Derek interrupted. "What the hell happened stiles?" I looked at him, "I don't know, I was on my way to your loft when I don't know..."

They kept asking questions until, my dad walked in. "Stiles! You okay son?" I smiled and nodded. "Yeah I'm not as fragile as you think ya know." I said smirking. He chuckled and I saw Derek roll his eyes. 'Well he's a nice sourwolf'

I sat up with my dad's help, he pushed everyone out and gave me my clothes. My normal red hood and dark jeans.

-later-

I was going to see our school counselor Ms.Morrel who happened to be Dr.Deatons sister.

After talking about the pack for a while she interrupted.
"Stiles how bout we get back to you."

"I'm fine. Yeah aside from the not sleeping, the jumpiness, the constant overwhelming crushing fear that something terrible is about to happen.

"It's called hyper vigilance. The persistent feeling of being under threat."

"It's not just a feeling though. It's like it's a panic attack. You know, I can't even breathe."

"Like you're drowning?"

"Yeah..."

"So, if you're drowning and you're trying to keep your mouth closed until that very last moment. But if you choose to not open your mouth, to not let the water in."

"You do it anyway. It's a reflex."

"But if you hold off until that reflex kicks in. You have more time, right?"

"Not much time."

"But more time to fight your way to the surface."

"I guess..."

"More time to be rescued."

"More time to be in agonizing pain. Did you forget about the part where you feel like your head's exploding?"

"If it's about survival, isn't a little agony worth it?"

"What if it just gets worse. What if it's agony now and then... then it's just hell later on?"

"Then think about what Winston Churchill once said: If you're going through hell... keep going."

That was our conversation..as much as I hate to admit it, she's right, if it's agony now and hell later I should just keep going right?

When I got home I layer back on my bed, the strong feeling of being watched fell over me.

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Chapter three and yes I used a direct quote from season 2 OR 3 I'm not quite sure...