It's All My Fault

Chapter 5

Note: just a little stiles edit I did for my Instagram

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Chapter 5:

Third Persons POV:

3 years ago:

"Stiles why can't you just admit it." Derek was standing across from Stiles, in the middle of his loft. It was pouring outside and, the faint sound of thunder could be heard.

Stiles was soaked and looked like he had just run all the way there. Derek looked the same.

Stiles just looked at him with his eyes slightly watering. "I- I just can't. I don't know how I feel-" Derek stepped closer to him and placed a hand on his cheek

"Yes, you do." Derek tried to get closer and Stiles' initial reaction was to lean in, but he didn't.

Instead, he backed away and grabbed his sweatshirt from the couch "I'm sorry Derek."

And those were the last words Derek heard from the man he loved.

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Thomas/Stiles' POV:

Flashes started going through my mind. A girl with red hair screaming, a different girl with blue eyes, a boy with red eyes, and a figure covered in fabric like a mummy.

Then water, like I was drowning. Needles being plunged into my skin. And a voice repeating

"Remember W.I.C.K.E.D isn't good."

I suddenly sat up screaming. Minho's arms pushed me down as I tried to control my breath. I stood up and saw I was in an apartment of some kind.

Minho was next to me, along with Frypan. But surrounding the bed was a bunch of people that I didn't recognize.

"Stiles? You okay?" A taller, skinny man, with blonde hair, looked at me.

"Thomas." Was all I managed to say. The group gave me a confused look.

I turned around and looked at Minho "Did you find anyone else?" My heart was beating fast and my eyes were basically drilling holes into his head.

"We came straight here... to deal with her." I saw Gally looking at Teresa. She was on the couch restrained with... chains?

I walked over to her pushing through the people surrounding me. I couldn't control myself but I started yelling.

"Why?! Again!" I tried to get closer but Gally held me back, which was probably for the best. "Every single time I put my faith in you... you stab me in the back." She just looked at me, not saying anything

"She's not worth it Thomas." I heard Frypan behind me and took a deep breath.

"Your right." I stopped trying to go after her and let my body relax. Gally let go of me and pat my shoulder. "We need to see if he is alive." I needed to know if Newt was alive. I needed to know if I killed my best friend.

I started to walk towards the door when I felt a hand on my shoulder pulling me back "We need to talk. Why don't you remember us? And who the hell is Jansen?" It was a man with dark brown, almost black, hair and a bit of scruff on his face. His touch made my stomach feel weird but I pushed it aside and just glared at him.

"When W.I.C.K.E.D took us they erased our memories. All we know is that Thomas used to work for them... but we don't even know if that is real." Minho took a breath and looked at me to see if he should keep going. I gave him and small nod and he continued "Janson worked for W.I.C.K.E.D. He was the worst of all of them."

The group all looked shocked, they didn't know anything we were talking about.

"And if he's coming, Janson is going to be looking for me," I spoke up and everyone looked at me confused. "I'm the reason he died- in the simulation that is." I cleared my throat and looked down

"Don't forget that he shot you first Thomas. You did what you had to." I looked at Gally and nodded.

"So your memories are just gone?" A girl with strawberry blonde hair piped up from the back of the group.

"We don't know. But before we figure that out, we need to find our friends." Frypan opened the door to the loft and we started to walk out.

"We'll come with you." Scott. I remembered his name. For some reason, I felt a strong connection to this one... similar to that of the Sherriff.

"Fine. But stay out of our way." And with my snide remark, we left for the Sherriff Station