Stiles has not been the same since the Nogitsune. He hears things that are not heard. He sees things that are not seen. His head is full of sounds blocking out real life. He is not broken. He is haunted. He is haunted by the memories. Haunted by tho...
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"ALLISON!"
The sound of Lydia's voice jogged me awake from my dream. The clock on my bedside table read 1 a.m. and I knew try as I might to fall back asleep it would not happen. So I laid there quiet as a mouse, watching time as it ticked by. The nightmares had become more vivid as the month had passed by though every time it was the same thing, Lydia's scream. It had started as a whisper poking small holes in my head, following everywhere I went, but now... now it was a scream. It was a scream louder than anything I had ever heard. It followed me, haunted me, throughout not only sleep but wake. I walked through school not hearing anything besides it. I walked through life without hearing anything else. When I could hear the voices came to me as though they were whispers, almost silent against the noise. I was not broken. I was not fragile. I simply wasn't there.
Soon the darkness of the night was replaced by the light of day, but the screaming did not stop. I made my dad and myself breakfast, hopped in Roscoe and headed to school. I didn't even notice I had gone off the road and into a tree until Scott showed. He is what made the scream go quiet. He was one of the few who could. He was my brother, my friend. He is the one who took me to the hospital. He was the last one to see me before I ran off, haunted by the voice in my head.
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My first night alone was cold. Sneaking out of Beacon Hills Memorial Hospital was all too easy. I had hopped onto a bus out of town quickly somehow avoiding all staff on the way out. I watched as the images in the windows changed from the lovely town of Beacon Hills to forest. I wasn't sure how long the ride would be but I let it carry me while I listened to the screams. At this point it wasn't only Lydia but it was all of those I killed. It was the bomb victims. It was Allison and Aiden. It was horrifying. Yet somehow I fell asleep.
I did not know that bus rides went quickly until I woke up to the driver shaking me. "You alright son?" He said in a country accent furrowing his eyebrows, "I've been shaking you for a half hour. I was ready to keep driving."
"Sorry sir. It's been a long day."
He tipped his hat at me giving me a pointed look, "I bet it has now go get to your location young man."
I quickly exited the bus, taking in the smell. It smelled of fuel which was to be expected of a bus station. I rubbed the nape of my neck the smell had distracted me for the time being giving my head something to focus on other than the voices in my head. I had left my phone back at the hospital. I didn't want to be tracked down.
I wasn't sure what exactly I was doing. All I had with me was a packet of gum and a wad of cash. It was what I had when I crashed. I wasn't even sure where I was. All I knew was it was a big city. I knew I was hours away from beacon hills because when I had left it was still daylight. When I arrived I was draped in the shadows of the night only being illuminated by the stars and the moon.
It was oddly quiet for a big city. It was almost as though the world had stopped for my arrival. I realized much later that I had blocked out the sounds. I walked down past the shady, past the buildings, to a park where I sat silent looking up at the sky. Thinking about how I had gotten to that point. I fell asleep on a park bench that day and I continued to fall asleep on that park bench for months.
