devoid. → stiles stilinski

WAKEUP

trees. as far as the eye can see. trees, everywhere. darkness. i'm surrounded by darkness. what am i doing in a forest at night?

i take a step. the leaves underneath my feet are wet. they don't crunch. the air smells fresh. like it's about to rain. i observe my surroundings. nothing but trees. leaves littering the forest floor, twigs fallen off trees. and darkness. a strong darkness that clings to me, wanting to seep inside. but i won't let it.

how did i get here

the fresh sense of air is stronger too. almost like a mist, heavy and cloudy. a gentle breeze rustles through the leaves, making the hairs on my back stand on end. it distracts me from my thoughts for a little bit. i take a few more hesitant steps forward, unsure of my surroundings.

why am i out here

a few of the leaves stick to my feet, in the moment i realise i have no shoes on. the dampness tickling my numb feet sends a shiver up my spine. the shiver sets off goosebumps all over my body, hairs raising all over my arms. i hug myself to keep warm, my own fingers trembling against my skin.

i need to get home

i turn around to go home, but am shocked to realise i don't remember where home is.

i glance around worriedly, trying to sum up my surroundings. a forest. i know i'm in a forest. but i don't know what forest. i feel a sense of panic begin to rise inside of me, my mind feeling disorientated.

where am i?

should i take a wild guess? find my own way home? but something tells me it's not that easy. something tells me it isn't right. this isn't right.

it's then i hear a faint voice call across the land. my head snaps in the direction, frantically glancing around for the source. i feel the sense of panic expand and begin to flood my body.

i stand in complete silence, waiting for the voice to sound again. maybe it's telling me something.

i strain my ears, waiting for a sound, any sound to bring me back to sanity.

the damp leaves beneath my feet trigger involuntary shivers throughout my body, shuddering with the cold.

i hug myself tighter and decide to give up on trying to listen to the voice. it's probably just my imagination, as usual.

but that's when i hear it again. it sounds muffled, like someone yelling underwater. like someone drowning.

but it's like the voice is blurred, i don't understand what it's saying. i listen intently, but it's too muffled to understand. it's someone yelling out. someone desperate. like they want me to hear them. like they need me to hear them.

i take another tentative step forward, my leg trembling as it moves. more wet leaves stick to my foot, causing me to inhale sharply through my nose.

the voice shouts again, louder this time. but not any less intelligible. i still don't understand a word. my ears begin to chirp as the shout echoes in my eardrums. my mind starts to spin a bit.

stay awake. stay aware, stiles.

"isle"
the voice seems to say.
isle? what's that supposed to mean?

"isles!"
the voice screams this time, right in my ear.
i rub my ear in discomfort, an unpleasant ringing starting inside.

i glance around once again, but objects begin to blur and shift around me.

no, stiles. you're dreaming. this has to be a dream.
hasn't it?

objects begin to get worse than just blurring. the trees and scattered twigs and leaves distort in front of me, and i feel so disorientated i want to-

"STILES!"
the voice screams, and before i can react, or even think of a reaction, everything changes right in front of my eyes and not even a sound emerges from my tightening throat.

crisp, white paper. straight, light blue lines. black, smudgy pen.

two words, written over and over.

wake up.

[a/n] hi, I decided to do a longer writing piece for the first chapter to get a feel on what's happening :) the rest of the chapters will be a lot less long, just short poems :) Please enjoy and don't hesitate to give feedback! <3