transcendent ༜stiles stilinski༜ [1] (UNDER EDITING)

18| Diagnosed

I walk through the forest sluggishly. Whispers lure me to the unknown destination. My head tilted to the side as I sway. I'm in a hospital gown and my shoulder is bleeding. I ripped my stitches.

I reach an old tree stump very far away. I walk closer to it and touch it. A jolt flows through me and I step as more images pop into my head. I scream obstreperously.

My eyes open but I'm frozen stiff. I look around, only able to move my eyes. I hear the creaking of the floorboards in my room. My breathing is chopped up as tears pool in my eyes. The creaking gets closer.

A figure appears above me. My eyes widen in dread. They look down at me. The figure has no face. It slips its hands under me and lifts me off my bed.

It lays me into the tub and closes the drain. The water begins to run. I hear whispers. The words are infrasonic. The water covers my face. I hold my breath for as long as I can.

I can feel my lungs beginning to cave in. I try to move but I can't. If I inhale the water, the pain will stop. The pain will go away.

Pain is inevitable. Suffering is optional.

The figure disappears as I hear a loud holler. I am suddenly pulled out of the water. I cough and spit out water. Scott turns off the water. I look up at Stiles.

"Aura, what the hell were you doing?" Scott asks.

Trembling, I heave myself out of Stiles's arms. Water drips down my body. I walk into my room and check my windows. It's broad daylight outside. Just morning. I try to lift it but it's locked. My closet. No one there. Under my bed. Nothing.

"I-I don't understand," I breathe out. "I could've sworn... I swear, I'm not crazy. I swear someone was in here. They put in the tub and turned on the water. I couldn't- I couldn't move! I swear! I swear..."

I fall to my knees letting out an unwilling sob. I shake my head, hyperventilating. I close my eyes. It becomes harder and harder to breath. Like I'm drowning.

I weep harder and I feel a hand grab mine. I pull away.

"Open your eyes, Aura," a woman says.

I recognize the voice. It's a bitter memory. My heartaches and my head pounds.

I shake my head vigorously. "No, shut up. Shut up."

"You couldn't have saved her anyways. You don't know how to swim."

The whispers become louder and louder. I pull at the roots of my hair and try to ignore them. The voice continues.

"I made it better. I made everything better. She needed to die. I need you to see it, I was doing you a favor."

"Shut up! Shut it! Shut the hell up!"

The woman cackles and her voice echos around me. I plea for my sanity. I plea for the voice to stop. But it doesn't. It drones on.

Like a never ending movie.

The voice changes. It's a boy's voice. He's not speaking. In fact? I think he's yelling.

"Aura!"

I bring my talking down to whispers. My heart pounds in my chest. My eyes don't open as I try to emerge from the terror. Images flash in my head and at once. I fight. I struggle trying to get out of the dream.

The whispers continue.

I look at Scott, who's in front of me, and Stiles is behind me trying to hold me back. My claws are extracted.