Losing my Mind

Chapter 2: Notes

Stiles gripped the desk tightly, digging his nails into the hard wood, it seemed that the panic attack from earlier might have affected him more than he thought it would.

Inhale...exhale...

He repeated those two words in his mind, over and over again, in an affect to stop the insufferable and fast growing panic that was about to consume him, this was always the hard part; trying to stop the panic attack as well as trying to act normal.

He looked up at the board trying to calm himself down but to no avail, the buzzing in his head continued, slowly getting louder and louder as if a growing swarm of bees were preparing to invade and attack his mind, body and soul.

Inhale...exhale......inhale...exhale...

His eyes darted to the surface of the smooth desk resting under his rigid arms as a piece of folded paper landed on it, for some unknown reason this piece of paper brought him back to reality, back to normalcy, his heartbeat still persisted on, thudding loudly against his ribcage as if it were a caged beast trying to fight it's way out. Even in this state he managed to unfolded the paper, hands shaking all the while and found that it was from Scott, he knew that handwriting from anywhere.

Are you sure you're okay? You've got a cut on your neck and it looks pretty deep. You were so late! What happened? And seriously, are you really, truthfully ok? You know you can tell me anything bro... besides you reek of anxiety, calm down.

Stiles sighed, he looked up only to find Scott's puppy dog eyes watching him intently, he quickly wrote back;

Yeah, I'm fine... it's just the anniversary of... well you should know.

After sitting there for a minute- still repeating those two reality check words in his mind, inhale... exhale- the same letter appeared in front of him again.

How could I forget?! Oh, bro, I'm so sorry...

Stiles looked up to see Scott, Lydia and Kira talking quietly.

It's ok, everyone forgets things, no biggy, really... but can we please just talk about something else rather...

Stiles sent the letter back to Scott, who glanced at Stiles with concern and noted the chemo signals, depression and anxiety were coming off of him in waves, tsunamis- in fact.

What happened to your neck? It's still bleeding and why were you late?

Stiles read the letter quickly, and then over a few more times before it sank in, for a second he went numb from the thought.

What? I'm bleeding?

He lifted his hand to his neck and felt a warm, thick wetness. He pulled his hand away and examined the scarlet liquid as it glazed his hand like a blanket.

The reason I was late was because I had a panic attack, but it's fine, I'm fine, and I probably got hurt while it happened because I honestly have no idea what happened to my neck... it wasn't hurt before I had the attack...

He sent it back but a different letter replaced the previous one on his desk, he opened it cautiously as if it were a bomb and read it over about 5 times.

Meet us in the locker rooms after school.

The words felt cold to him, he looked up  and glanced around the room to see if anyone made any acknowledgement that they wrote the note, but no one did... And a growing urge telling him not to go became extremely intimidating.

Who would want to meet me? What's happening? Who sent the letter? How many are in on it? Am I being threatened in some messed up way? Does someone wanna hurt me? If this has something to do with the supernatural, I swear to god-

Scott's letter landed on his desk once again, interrupting him from his racing thoughts. He let out a breath and looked up at his best friend one last time but immediately regretted it as pitty was written all over his face.

That could mean something, bro, and again I'm really sorry about your mom...

Inhale...exhale......inhale... exhale......inhale...exhale...

Stiles was so tired...tired of everything.  A ringing sounded, indicating the end of class, he got up way too quickly and almost ended up knocking his chair over with the effort. He raced for the door, avoiding everyone who came up to him, half running out of the classroom as fast as he could.

Inhale...exhale.....inhale...exhale.....