Remember

Stiles' P.O.V

He was standing in a hallway in the high school, it was dark signaling that is was night. He slowly started to walk down the hallway while letting his eyes get used the black. Suddenly he heard something whiz past his ear followed by a scream. A scream filled with pure agony. Scott's scream. He ran as fast as he could towards the sound and got there just in time to see Scott fall. He landed with a thud and only then did he see the arrow shaft sticking out of his gut. He rushed forward and placed his hands on the wound in a weak attempt to stop the bleeding, though it did nothing. It was too late. Scott looked up at him and he met Scott's brown eyes with his whiskey ones. Scott coughed, blood dotting his lips. "Stiles," he said weakly. "What did you do?" He took a shuddering breath and said again, "What did you do?" He felt his eyes burn with unshed tears. Blinking furiously he let the first one fall. "I'm sorry," he whispered, "I'm so sorry." He closed his eyes and stifled a sob. This couldn't be happening, after all they've been through. Scott, his best friend, his brother, lay there on the floor in front of him, bleeding to death. And it was his fault. He opened his eyes again, and where Scott was moments before was an old blonde woman. She was wearing all white and was completely healthy and, by the looks of it, furious about something."Thomas, what have you done!?" anger evident in her tone. He shot to his feet out of confusion and shock. His mind was reeling, thousands of questions swimming through his head. Who was this lady? Where's Scott? Is he okay? Why is she mad? Though, only one stood out to him the most. He knew his name wasn't Thomas it was Stiles. But, then why did the name feel so familiar and why was she so familiar. Most importantly, why did it feel so natural, so right to be called Thomas when his name was Stiles. He felt a stab of pain behind his eyes. He gasped and grabbed his head. Standing up completely straight and willing the pain to go away. His ears were ringing. He slowly opened his eyes then- "STILINSKI!!" a voice roared.
He looked around him he was in coaches class, and everyone was staring at him. He looked over at Scott to see he was perfectly fine and breathed a sigh of relief. It had been a dream, nothing more. Though the concern in his best friends eyes worried him, and only then had he realised he'd been crying in his sleep. He wiped his sleeve across his face quickly to get rid of the tears painting his face. His breathing was uneven and once he calmed down, coach said, "Stilinski, do you, Uh ... need to go the nurse?" He shook his head not trusting himself to speak. "Okay, everyone eyes back on the board now, and Greenburg, put the pen down you not even supposed to have one." Once everyone turned back he released a breath he hadn't realised he'd been holding. A piece of paper hit him in the arm and he looked down to see Scott's messy handwriting. It read, We'll talk later, kay. He nodded, knowing Scott was watching him, and listened to the rest of the lesson.

"Okay, what was that?" Scott asked as soon as we left the classroom. He sighed, not really sure where to start. " Well first things first I fell asleep," He says. Scott nods, "What were you dreaming about?" Stiles told him about how he was in the school at night, and he heard the arrow fly by him. He told him how the arrow had hit him and how he had cried over his dead body, eyes closed. "And then what happened?" Scott asked. "I opened my eyes and you were gone and..."
"And?" Scott prompted. He thought about how everything with the lady and she called him Thomas. How everything about it was so, so familiar, but decided against it. "... and then I woke up." he concluded lamely. Scott looked like he wanted to call him out on his lie but never got the chance as the rest of the pack came over. "Hey guys," he greeted. Allison looked like she was about to say something but was cut off by Lydia, "What was that in class, Stiles?" He sighed not wanting to make another speech about his horrid dream. He was about to reply with a lame, "It was just a dream, I'm fine," when he heard a weird noise coming from outside the school. CLICK, CLICK, CLICK. Then whirring noise, the sound of wheels or something rolling over pavement. Lydia was getting impatient waiting for an answer, "Stil-" but she was cut off when he said, "Do you hear that?" he asked. Everyone looked at him with concern. "Hear what?" Scott asked, but Stiles was already out the door at the end of the hall. There were red and yellow lights dancing across the courtyard and in the middle was a big blubber monster. There were metal claws and grabbers and things that could only be described as torture devices sticking out of the moist skin of the creature. It moved forward slowly. CLICK, CLICK, CLICK. Then it stopped. It pulled it arms in and out popped a million deadly needles and then they went back in. The clicking and whirring continued, same pattern. He jumped when a hand landed on his shoulder. He turned to see it was just Scott and the pack. When he looked back at lot the creature was gone.
"Did you see that?" he asked them. "See what" they said. "Stiles are you okay?" Scott asked. He didn't know he looked up to see 20 foot stone walls on all four sides covered in ivy. Everything felt so real and familiar. He was started to panic, the pack was asking him questions but he couldn't hear anything. His bag dropped to the ground and just when he thought he was going to faint, something popped to the front of his mind. An idea that felt so familiar and so natural he didn't even think about it. He did something he knew he hadn't done in a long time. Something he knew what set him free, something that had saved his life. He only had one thought as he started at fast pace to who knows where.