Filling the Void ➰ Stiles Stilinski

Chapter 2: The Void

| Stiles Stilinski |

I sat over my bed, kicking off my shoes and lying flat on my back.

"This is incredible, this is amazing, this is exciting and very different," I muttered. My gaze went to the odd objects across the room.

My head is throbbing in pain, my eyes wanted so bad to rest but I shouldn't let it. I should stay awake until I find a way to contact Scott, Lydia and Malia.

I remebered myself running away from the Eichen House, the mental institution for supernatural creatures in Beacon Hills. I managed to escape after Scott and the rest of the pack attacked the Eichen House.

Scott told me to run outside for my Jeep, Roscoe. But I found myself running through the woods, and suddenly I felt myself being swallowed by strange force and then I landed there, in the dark forest outside this castle.

My guts were telling me to stay here, that people in this place can help me to get rid of this bad spirit inhabiting me. I propped back in sitting position, brushing my fingers through my hair.

I walked towards the glass and look at my reflection, wondering why an old man who manages a school will just randomly pick a stranger he found unconscious in the middle of the forest to teach a subject. I don't even have a slightest idea about everything in that book I let the student read.

Maybe my natural intelligence and instinct helps me to cope up.

"Argh!" a sharp jolt of pain strike through my head. I stepped back and trip on the bed, I heard something shattered beside me but it's not the time to worry about it. My head hurts like hell, I think it's going to explode.

With the left strength in me, I pushed myself up and runs for the bathroom. I clutched my head, yanking my hair hard, hoping it'll ooze the pain.

My eyes went blurry, no, I can't sleep. Not now.

I washed my face on the sink and stared on the mirror for a moment. In a blink of an eye, I thought I saw reflection grinning back at me.

My psychotic, evil-possesed self.

It wants to take over.

"Let go Stiles, I could take care of those kids out there,"

"No! You won't touch anyone, you won't harm anyone!" I yelled like crazy.

"Sooner you'll be, we'll be, Stiles."

I looked up my reflection again and it's now holding a sword. I looked at my hands, I bare nothing. I looked at the mirror again and there I was holding it again.

"No! Go away!" my fist shoot to the air and punched the mirror. It shattered in an instant and small shred pierced me on the face.  "Fuck!"

Tears leaked from the corner of my eyes. I am so hopeless, I don't even know how long would I be able to restrain it.

I took a deep breath and carefully remove the shred of glass from my lower lip. Blood was dripping down to my neck and collar.

"Argh! Son of a --"

"Sir?"

I held my breath as soon as I heard a soft voice from outside of my room.

"Mr. Stilinski? I-I just came to ask some questions. Er, Harry is with me." I'm sure that was Hermione Granger.

I threw the shred of glass on the sink, "Give me a minute,"

I washed my face and get some band aid from the closet, fortunately it stopped bleeding.

Changing into black shirt and spraying plenty cologne over my body, I finally went to my office.

I forced a smile and settled down on my chair, Granger and Potter exhanged confuse glances at each other.

"So? You didn't just come here to stare at me right? If so, I could just hand you my picture."

"Er, we're sorry sir. Uhm, my best friend particularly want to know more about you," Hermione said, I'm kind of mesmerized by her smile and the way she's avoiding eye contact.

"I'll be happy to answer your questions then," I should act professionally right now if I don't want these two getting more suspicious.

"W-where did you get the--" Hermione pointed out on my lips.

"Oh, nothing. Just hit into something. Not so important."

Potter cleared his throat and opens his mouth to speak. "Mr. Stilinski, where is your former school?"

I glanced at Hermione and she suddenly shifted her gaze to Harry. I could tell she's just as curious. "I'm home schooled."

"W-what? But why? Sir," Harry narrowed his eyes at me.

"Because I didn't go to an actual school," damn I couldn't help it.

I heard Hermione resist her laughter. "No sir, I mean why did you home schooled? I heard Ilvermorny is almost as great as Hogwarts."

Okay shit, I don't even know what the fuck is Ilvermorny.

"I want to, we still have our freedom to choose aren't we?" I snapped.

Harry threw Hermione a sharp look and finally gave up the topic. "Okay sir, uhm well, are you related with some famous sorcerer or some Quidditch star maybe?"

"Quid-what?" my head is still throbbing and his jargons aren't helping at all.

"Quidditch sir, sports... In a flying broomsticks?" Harry is now eyeing me more suspiciously.

"Oh haha yes, how could I forget. Yes, yes my father used to play,"

"Really? What position?" Harry asked.

"Erm... In a flying position," okay I know that wasn't the answer he's expecting.

Harry and I immediately looked at Hermione when she suddenly let out a suppressed laughter. "Mione," Harry hissed.

"Oh I'm sorry. Er, I have to go Harry. I need to do our assignment, remember?" whoa for God sake, please.

"It's already late though, maybe we could resume some other time?" I stood on my feet which until now are still shaking.

"Alright, Mr. Stilinski. Have a good night," Hermione grabbed Harry's hand and pulled him but he stood still.

"Thank you sir and Hermione was right, have a good night. You looked like you haven't slept for ages," he said before Hermione completely pull him out of the room.

I could feel anxiety rushing through my veins. No, no, this is bad. Anxiety always triggered me to change, and I have the feeling that I won't be able to hold it any longer.

As soon as the door shut close, I ran towards my room and screamed at the top of my lungs. It's burning, it's seeking its way out. "Arghhh!"

For a moment I felt myself being dragged on fire then suddenly I was floating in the thin air. I can't see anything but white walls, white floor and white ceiling.

And I know, I'm no longer in my body right now.

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Thoughts? Haha, I know this is lame and such but I want to write it so I did. 😂 anyway, have you seen the final episode yet? Well I haven't so no spoilers please. It's still not posted online and my patience is getting shorter each time.