Losing my Mind

Chapter 13: Flashback

Stiles walked all the way to the lacrosse field and sat on a bench. He sighed before he dropped his head into his hands. Thinking. Trying to retreave his lost memory.

He walked past everyone quietly and sighed as he walked out of the door.

What did I do next? Think Stiles... think!

He started down the street... all he needed was some alone time and fresh air, just to figure everything out.

He made his way into the woods but as soon as he did, it felt as if he had slammed into a concrete wall, he felt as though his lungs were about to explode, burning him from the inside, out.

Probably a panic attack? What next?

He fell to his knees, gasping for breath. He desperately tried to get his phone out of his pocket but his hands felt like swollen balloons and eventually after a few more minutes of suffering, everything just disappeared before his eyes.

Is that it? A panic attack? Followed by me blacking out? But how did I get home? Think!

Stiles groggily opened his heavy eyes and tried to remember what had happened, slowly he looked around and noticed that he was in a dark room, tied to a chair.

What the hell?

What the hell....

" Hello? " Stiles asked into the darkness.

"It's my turn now"

"What?" Stiles asked in confusion, he pulled on the restraints.

He felt his body jolt and move, yet he felt cut off from it, as if he was put into a fish bowl, his body moved through the forest, he could see everything around him but had no control over any part of his body, he felt disconnected.

"I'm so sorry Stiles, but it's my time to shine" His body said wickedly.

The scene started to fade... Stiles held his head in his hands and slowly started to grab at the memory again.

Stiles tried to take back control over his body but he could feel something holding him back, as if he had the restraints attached to him, like they were holding him down, holding all of him down.

He watched helplessly as this thing inside his body, broke into the Argent's place.

"Please don't hurt them!" Stiles shouted at the thing controlling his body.

"Well, Stiles, it seems like it's your lucky day, I would've loved to have someone to play with, but it looks like their not home" He heard himself hiss disappointingly.

He sighed in relief and watched as the thing broke open a locked drawer and picked up a gun that rested inside it.

The scene faded into mist but with some struggle Stiles brought it back to full power.

Stiles was about to ask a question, but found that he couldn't talk anymore. He tried to force the words out, but it seemed as if this thing had control over his mind as well as his body. They ran all the way to a gas station that wasn't open yet. Almost in super speed which Stiles knew he didn’t have to start with.

"Why would you come here?" Stiles asked tiredly, finally able to talk after fighting against the invisible force for quite some time now.

It didn't answer as it broke the glass window with the gun, they climbed in, but this thing was careless towards his body, his arm got slashed open by a piece of glass still stuck to the window frame and started bleeding profusely. He didn't even flinch, neither did Stiles due to not being connected to his body anymore, yet he still felt a dull pain.

"Hey! Be careful!" Stiles shouted, pulling even harder on the restraints, causing his wrists to redden, as well as his actual wrists which seemed to be connected by magic.

"Oh please, Stiles, it's just a scratch" His mouth replied.

"Just a scratch! Do you even see how much blood is literally pouring out of my body!" Stiles shouted back.

"Don't be so dramatic" It said before grabbing a lighter and a gallon of gasoline.

"What are you doing?" Stiles whispered, panic slowly rising in his body.

" I have some.... unfinished business to attend to" It said as it walked out of the store, without paying.

The scene morphed again.

Cmon, Stiles! Focus!

It came back.

They walked all the way to the Yukimura house and it suddenly dawned on Stiles, it was going to burn the house down, it started pouring the gasoline all around the house and all along the walls.

"No, no... stop!" Stiles shouted but it didn't answer.

After drenching the perimeter and walls of the house in gasoline, it lit the lighter and threw it at the house. The house erupted in flames, roaring with power, Stiles started screaming and crying, this was his fault...

After that they started walking home, gun back in hand and Stiles could feel the restraints loosening, letting him take control of his body just as he walked into his house.

Stiles got back at 7 and found that everyone was waiting impatiently, all looking extremely worried.

"Stiles, where the hell have you been?" Scott asked in panic "And why do you have a gun?"

"What?" Stiles asked, confused, he looked at his hands and there it was, a shiny Glock 19 pistol in hand.

Stiles freaked out, put it on the kitchen counter and jumped away quickly, as if it were something toxic.

"You're bleeding..." Derek whispered but it fell on deaf ears, and by deaf that meant that it was only Stiles who didn't hear. But now Stiles did hear and finally realised why he was bleeding in the first place.

"I don't remember getting a gun..." Stiles whispered, mind quickly returning to the beast. It was him.

"This isn't my gun" Mr Stilinski stated quietly after examining it.

Stiles couldn't hold back his tears, Kira and Mr Yukimura hadn't come to school today and no one knew why ... well, except for Stiles...

This is all my fault...