Going Through Hell (Stiles Stilinki)

No One Is Unbreakable

Stiles is pulled out his staring contest with some curly fries his father had given him, which he was wondering if he could through in the trash without the Sheriff seeing, it didn't taste as great as the old Stiles thought, once his father pops his head around his door. He looked anxious as he said "There's someone else come to see you Stiles"

"Did I used to know them?" Stiles wondered.

His father winced a little as he said used to.

Stiles pretended he hadn't noticed.

"Yes, you did" He replied softly.

He called someone up.

It was a women with familar black hair and soft eyes, with a strong stance. She approached him warily "Stiles?"

He watched her just as warily, though expecting her to introduce herself? Why is it everyone (despite being told he lost his memorys) still expect him to react as if he remembers them? It feels like his just letting them down when they realize he doesn't remember them, at all.

"Who are you?" Stiles asked.

She paled quickly but that is the only reaction she had to his question, she sat on his bed, her tone oddly mother hen like "My names Melissa"

As he still looked confused she added "I'm Scott's Mum"

Ah, that explained it Stiles thought, looking her up and down.

They both looked at each other, Stiles not sure how to respond.

"Stiles, I know this ideal but have been traumatising for you but we all want to help, maybe we have a terrible way of showing it but only you can help yourself and help us understand what we can do to help you" She said softly.

He had a funny feeling she wasn't talking about herself.

Stiles looked away, his eyes distant as he said "How am I meant to know that if I don't remember what happened to me?"

"We'll work it out. In bits. No matter how long it takes. For instance Scott told me you got...touchy when he brought up him promising to help you?"

Stiles winced at the reminder and that word.

"There it is again, what is wrong Stiles? I know you don't remember what happened to you but I think you know why you're reacting to that so much" Melissa said, her voice very calm and collected.

"It's Scott isn't it? Why you've come? Because I blow up at him?" Stiles said instead, changing the subject, not eager for the chanting to come back.

"Stiles" Melissa sighed, knowing the change of subject and he wasn't going to get away that easily.

His shoulders slumped and he shrugged, his hands nerversly picking at his sleave "I don't know, I just did"

His head started to ache again. His hand went up to it quickly, rubbing the side of his head wincing, the chanting would be back soon...

"Are you okay?" Melissa asked, watching his worriedly.

"Is this, this headache. I got it when Scott started to talk to me and now" Stiles muttered, his eyes closed.

Melisa waited for him to continue.

"I-I get this voice, my voice, in my head and I keep on saying the same thing,over and over again. He promised" Stiles said, he could hear it now, echoing the back of his mind.

Melissa's eyes widened "Do you think its a memory?"

Stiles blinked as he said "Maybe"

Suddenly the screeching got louder, his own voice screaming inside his head. His mind, felt like it was splitting apart!

Before darkness all he could hear was Melissa gasping his name.

Stiles screamed, he couldn't hold it back. He was being laid along a rack, face down. It couldn't remember how long he had been there, screaming. The whip came down and down, and down, and down, and down.

Every time it hit down, Stiles forced himself to think "He promised"

Once it had stopped and he was dragged back to his cell, chained down so much his body could not take the weight, he found out one of the reasons he could not move a muscle, especially his back was the whip had been hammering down on him on the same spot forever and it had gone so deep it was showing a part of his spine.

The amount of pain should have already broken him, turned him insane but there was one thought that made sure he would never break. He knew he would be rescused from this hell. No matter how many times he screamed or the demons or even the other dead told him his hope was laughable. He knew it would happen. Any day now, he'd be rescused, he just had to wait, any day it could happen.

Any day now...Until he lost his concept of how long a day was supposed to be and how long had he been here...Days? Months or...was it years?

But Scott had promised he'd come and rescue him.

They would come for him.

He promised. Scott had promised.

So he never would break!

Until one day....he did.