Insanity ~ Teen Wolf/Stiles Stilinski

Chapter 22: Sight...

Malia's POV

His Dad left early for an important case, and I left the stove on downstairs in the kitchen.

"Stiles!" I yelled trying to get him to hear me. "Stiles! Stiles! Calm- Stiles!" I didn't know what to do. I was panicking inside, feeling my body shake and tremble at the sight of him. My ears and head hurting from all the screams and yelling so early in the morning. "Oh my God," I said under my breath, still shaking from seeing Stiles in the state he was in. "Stiles, please!" I grabbed his arms and quickly sat behind him, wrapping my arms around his as he continued crying out for help, and name after name.

"No! Scott!" He cried, the tears streaming.

"Stiles, it's okay!"

"Lydia! No, please!" He continued to flail around, panicking so much in his sleep. "MALIA!"

"Stiles! Stiles!" I yelled quickly, jerking him back to lean on my body, and finally, his screams and cries faded. "Stiles, shhhh. Shhhh, it's okay. It's okay, I got you." I panted, holding his cold body tightly. "I got you. Shhhh." I kissed his head as he sunk down in my arms, the tears still streaming down his pale face.

A moment later, he sat straight and turned to face me. "You're okay." I held his hand and touched his pale, ice cold cheek. "Stiles, you're okay." I looked at him in the eyes, and told him he was fine. But he knew - We all knew - Stiles...

He wasn't okay.

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Scott's POV

"I called his Dad after that and he said to give him the sleeping pills from his bathroom cupboard, so I did." Malia explained everything that happened as we walked through the halls of the School. "He was so scared. I could sense it in the house before it started."

"It's progressing faster." Katia sighed.

"Well, what do we do?" Kira asked.

"We can't do anything," Lydia spoke up, "yet." I stopped thinking.

"It's all happening again." I mumbled.

Everything happening to Stiles was happening again - the pain, the stress, the depression, the insecurity, the worry, the fear, the hallcinations, the dreams, the sleepwalking, the confusion, the tricks, the not-being-able-to-read - All of it.

"He went missing before but, that had a different cause." Kira said. We were all so afraid.

"Malia, did Stiles tell you about the dream this morning?" I asked, and she began to think back.

"He said, that he felt suffocated. Uhmm, he could see himself. He was-" She stopped.

"What?" Lydia asked.

"He said, he saw himself dying." Her voice cracked at the final word and she looked down at her hands.

"Dying?" I repeated, taking deep breaths to calm the panic rising within me.

"Did he call out any names during his sleep?" Lydia asked. Malia looked down at her hands, tears swelling in her eyes.

"Only, our names." She sniffed.

Did he see us trying to... Kill him? Are we going to kill him?

"Hey, guys." A familiar voice called out and a cold hand rested on my right shoulder.

"Stiles?" Malia questioned his appearance, giving odd looks just as we did. "I thought you were coming in later."

"Hmm? Oh, no, I'm fine." He smiled, acting as though nothing odd had happened. "Just a little bad dream." He laughed it off. He looked around at our faces and glanced at Katia. "Hey, Katia. Enjoying our little posse?" He joked.