stiles shattered

Chapter 3

Stiles's POV

I got out of that school as soon as possible and just started driving, not knowing where I was going. After around 15 minutes, I found myself outside of the woods in a place that I didn't really recognize. 

I looked at my shaking hands and realized that my wrist was still bleeding, so I reached into the glove compartment and grabbed out the first aid kid I have stored in there. After wrapping my wrist, I decided to get out of my car and just start walking. I liked walking in the woods; it was calming and I rarely ran into anyone. 

However, certain days, like today, being alone wasn't the best thing. It gave the nogistune the perfect opportunity to talk to me and get into my head. 

"Stiles."

I kept walking, not looking at the fox.

"Stiles."

No response.

"You can't ignore me forever."

"Watch me," I respond walking faster, not knowing where I was going. I was trying to get away even though I knew there was no getting away from this.

"Where are your 'friends' Stiles."

"They're at school, where I would be right now if it wasn't for you." I try to be snarky to the fox, but he didn't care and always found new ways to make me suffer.

"Are you sure? Because they're either dead or gone because of you, or simply hate you for what you did."

Damn, he really does know how to get me messed up.

"It's all your fault, Stiles." 

I start to tear up, and of course, the Nogistune notices.

"This is all because of you. Allison is dead. Aiden is dead. Ethan couldn't deal looking at the person who killed his twin and had to leave. Isaac is gone because you weren't there for him. Scott hates you for killing his love. Malia hates you for breaking your promise to help her. Kira hates you for revealing the truth about her mother. Argent hates you for killing his daughter. Your dad hates you for killing his wife. This is all because of you. No one else. You."

I try so hard to not listen to the spirit but it's so hard. Everything he's saying is true. I hurt everyone around me. 

He keeps talking, keeps getting me weak and I can't take it anymore and just start sprinting away. I've never been good at running but I don't focus on that. I focus on getting away from that goddamned creature. 

I keep running and running until I physically can't anymore and my legs give out. I stop. putting my weight on a tree and sitting down with my back against it. 

I look around and don't see the Nogistune anywhere. I take a deep breath and close my eyes for a few seconds before falling into a much needed sleep. 

Derek's POV

Today was the day I decided whether or not to rebuild the house. On the one hand, I could finally move out of the loft but on the other hand I taking apart one of the last things I have left from my family but also be constantly reminded about their deaths every time I'm in my own house. 

I feel like I already know my decision but I chose to visit the house nonetheless. I was driving up the road and when I was about a block away, I saw Stiles's jeep parked on the side. 

Isn't he supposed to be in school? I found it a bit weird but didn't think much of it as he and Scott don't really care about following rules.  

I continued driving and parked my car, ready to start the long trek up to the house. God, why did they think it would be a good idea to have such a secluded house?

As I was walking through the woods, I smelled something strange and very strong. Like..stress, sadness, guilt, and panic? Jesus what do people do in these woods? 

Considering I didn't want to get to the house just yet, I decided to follow the scent. I was walking for five minutes trying to follow this scent and it just kept getting stronger. I haven't smelt something this strong since we were trying to find Stiles at the hospital.

I sure hope this isn't some training thing Scott and Stiles are doing; this is way too strong of a scent to be faked. Then again, it is Stiles. He always finds a way. 

I haven't really seen much of Stiles lately. Scott was always around, wanting to train with other wolves but Stiles rarely ever came. I always just assumed it was because he didn't feel like getting his ass kicked and never thought to ask Scott about it.

The last time I saw Stiles was when, when he was having a panic attack. I sniff the chemo signals one more time and it does smell exactly like a panic attack. With that I start to run, scared the poor boy is out here by himself having a panic attack. 

After a few more minutes of running, I find Stiles, curled up against a tree, seemingly sleeping. I hear a heartbeat, so he is still alive. I look around but don't see or smell Scott anywhere, meaning Stiles is out here by himself. 

Why he's by himself in the middle of the woods, I can't imagine. I can't believe he would ever want to be left alone after what happened. But then again, I only really ever knew the sarcastic, happy side of Stiles, not the broken boy I see in front of me. 

He starts shivering and I realize how cold he must be. Being a wolf, I only feel the cold when I focus on it, and damn it is cold. All Stiles is wearing is a long sleeve shirt and jeans so I imagine he is freezing. I don't know how long he's been here so I decide to take him back to the loft.