2016 January Collection

Request - The Pack "Illusions"

Triggerwarning: This story deals with a serious mental illness. Be careful while reading it!

Your hand grabbed the table and you stared at your food.

It tasted weird, different. It tasted as if there was something there that shouldn't be in there. It tasted as if someone had done something to it without you knowing it.

"We're watching you..."

You looked up and you felt how your forehead started sweating.

Your doctor had told you multiple times that it wasn't real.

The voices in your head weren't real, the thoughts that someone wanted to cause you harm weren't real. It was nothing but your mind making up things that weren't there.

But with everything going on in Beacon Hills it was hard to tell the truth apart from the illusion. Was it really that weird that someone would poison the food? After all, someone had really poisoned the ink to make Scott and the others ill. Was it really that weird that someone would be watching you? After all, Aiden and Ethan had been watching the pack, had been keeping an eye on them and had wanted to harm them.

"Hey..."

You shook up when a hand grabbed yours. Even though it was Scott, you couldn't calm yourself down and quickly you pulled your hand back, pressing it against your body.

"Don't touch me..." You whispered and you saw how Lydia and Stiles frowned their eyebrows. "My food is poisoned. They're trying to kill you."

For a moment Stiles and Lydia exchanged a look. Of course they knew what was going on with you. They knew that sometimes you heard voices.

Lydia heard voices too.

You wished that you were like Lydia, that the voices in your head were something important, that they were real.

"Do you want us to throw the food away?" Lydia grabbed your hand. She wasn't supernatural, right? This couldn't be dangerous to her, right?

You weren't too sure about it, but you nodded.

It would be best to throw the food away.

"Make sure no one can accidentally touch it." You watched how Stiles grabbed your plate and walked towards the kitchen. You didn't trust him. "You really have to throw it away, Stiles!" You yelled. "It's really poisoned! You can't take any risks! You have to believe me!"

Without answering Stiles disappeared behind one of the doors.

Now you wouldn't be able to check if he was really throwing the food away. "Lydia, you have to check if he really throws it away!" You whispered and Lydia nodded, before she stood up to find out where Stiles had been going and what he was doing. You weren't sure if you could trust Lydia either. "You have to make sure that no one touches it!"

Tears were now rolling down your cheeks and you felt how Scott grabbed your shoulders.

"Let's get out of here, okay?"

You nodded and you stood up, feeling how he wrapped his arms around you. Quickly you checked if Stiles was still in the kitchen, but he was nowhere to be found and nowhere to be seen. "It's not real...", you whispered, but instead of agreeing with you, Scott squeezed your shoulders gently.

"You're safe now." He spoke softly.

"You'll never be safe", the voices in your head answered.

You weren't sure who to believe.