oblivion || stilinski

things to the flames

"Everyone has it, but no one can lose it.. What is it?!"

"I don't know!"

"What is it Stiles!

"A shadow.." he whispered as he held his head, the immense pain had started to engulf him as he stood there. His body quivered as he woke up from his slumber, screams escaping his lips as he was tangled in the sheet, sweat covering his body as he continued to scream of fright. As usual, he was home alone. His father was busy at work and his mother had passed away a long long time ago. The heartbreaking sound of his screams filled the silent house, the unshed tears started to trickle down his cheeks. He took in a shaky breath as he tried to calm his pounding heart, his trembling hands clutching onto his brown locks as he pulled on strands slightly.

Taking in a deep breath, he started to whisper some jokes to himself, a way he resulted to make himself less afraid. In a way he was terribly glad that he was a bench-warmer on the school's game of lacrosse. Because there was no way that the coach would even consider having him play with the limited amounts of sleep he had gotten that week, three hours total. Suddenly there was an ear-splitting noise that filled his room, it was almost as if someone was trapped in his closet and screaming and pounding on the door to be let free. But who could be inside his house at three in the morning? Jumping out of his bed he could feel his heart starting to pound against his chest, and this time he could feel the nausea starting to appear as well. Gulping, he decided to walk to the closet and see if there was one of his friends in his closet trying to scare the daylights out of him. With the small amount of courage he had, he opened the closet door quickly, to once again see absolutely nothing.

"It's all in your head Stiles" he heard the deep malicious voice inside his head say to him with its beastly laughter, he could feel the warmth of his breath on his ear, as if the shadow was right behind him. Turning around quickly he saw that there was no one there, fear starting to engulf him as he struggled to stay calm. There was a hard rough shove that went through his body that caused him to go into the closet, locking him in, unknown to him that he was still in fact fast asleep, and all of this was an unpleasant dream—a nightmare. He felt his eyes close as he mumbled to himself to wake up, even though it was obvious he wouldn't be walking up for a while. When his eyes opened, he found himself in the familiar hallway lined with lockers, his high school. Shaking his head he started to back up, continuing to mumble things as if he was trying to wake himself up. There was a boisterous sound as if someone was running their fingers against a chalkboard that rang in his head, instantly his hands going to his ears.

"Wake up Stiles...it's just a dream...this isn't real..." he muttered as he removed the hands from his ears as he took off into a run towards the doors of the school, trying to escape the peril his own mind was trying to give him. As he ran it seemed that the darkest part of his mind was enjoying this, he could hear the voices of his friends saying things about him, such how he was skinny, defenseless Stiles. A nobody. He couldn't help but have part of him believe the tales of deceit he heard, whether they were from the past or even now. It seemed that all those whispers seemed to play with his mind even more, as if his demons were completely taking over. Instantly he took off into a run as he broke through the doors, somehow ending up in the wildlife preserve there in California. His feet didn't seem to stop as he ran for his life, the rough feeling of the dirt not affecting him at all, even though he could feel the sharp pains of sticks and thorns digging into the pads of them. He just kept running.

He came to a familiar area of the wildlife preserve, but he couldn't remember when he had been there. It was almost like periods of time had skipped over and nothing made sense anymore. Stopping in his tracks he looked around at the place he had been drawn to, "I've been here before.." he uttered senselessly to no one, as he glanced at the trees, very faintly there were carvings etched into the trees. While he was walking he could hear footsteps behind him, he instantly turned to see if there was even a mountain lion behind him, cause they were known to attack those stragglers at night. But there was no one, not even a shadow. Shakily he started to walk forward, the night seeming to be bright as the moon shone, soft sounds of his feet crunching against the fallen leaves as he headed farther, he could see a stump of what used to be a large tree. It sent a shiver up his spine as he walked closer to it, there was an almost buzzing sound that started to get louder and louder as he drew closer. Almost like flies. As he walked to the stump of the tree, he stretched out his hand as if he wished to touch its aged appearance. But it seemed his mind had a knack of scaring him as roots shot up from the tree and wrapped around his wrist. The male started to scream once again, unknown to him that he was back at home, laying in his bed. He wasn't actually out in the forest, he was sound asleep. Nightmares taking over his mind.