Stiles POV:
I'm under water. I can't reach the surface even though I'm trying to swim. My heart beat races and my vision turns more and more blurry. The burning pain in my chest won't stop, and I wanna scream, I wanna inhale. So I let go.
I wake up with a sick feeling in my stomach. I think of my dream, I can remember everything.
But what did the dream mean? It has to mean something, but who could I talk to? Derek would just worry himself sick thinking I was suicidal. And my dad would probably take me to a shrink, and I couldn't talk to Scott either.
It was like the anxiety was killing me. I ran to the bathroom sweating. I looked in the mirror, my eyes were glowing yellow.
"You're a fool Stiles", a voice in my head whispered, "no..." I cried, "you're worthless" the voice said again and it was like I could feel it's cold breath at my neck.
"Shut up!" I yelled at my reflection in the mirror.
Am I going insane? Am I losing my sanity?
In anger and frustration I ripped off the sink and smashed the mirror with my knuckle. I didn't feel pain, I didnt feel anything.
"Stiles? Are you in there? What's going on?"
I could hear Dereks soft worried voice through the door.
"No-nothing... I'm fine" I said shakily, "it doesn't sound like that" Derek tried again.
"Please, just leave me alone" I begged, "are you hurt? I think I heard glass breaking"
"Do you think... Uhm, can you take me to a psychic?" I blurted out
"Take you to what?! Stiles, talk to me!"
"I think I'm losing my mind Derek..."
