Losing my Mind

Chapter 20: Detention

The bell rang loudly before everyone packed up their books, Stiles got out of class as soon as he could and walked to his locker.

He wished to just go home and rest but knew he couldn't, earlier that day he told his dad not to pick him up because he got detention but his dad has a shift at the time he gets out so he'll have to walk home.

Stiles opened his locker, put his books back and took out all the stuff he would need.

He then took his medication and walked slowly to Mr Harris' class wishing for the time to fly bye.

" You're late" Mr Harris said while grading papers.

" I had to go to my locker" Stiles said as he sat down.

" No excuses, Stilinski!" He said looking up at Stiles.

Mr Harris smiled as he examined Stiles' face.

"Glad someone could teach you a lesson before I had to"

Stiles frowned at him, he thought teachers were supposed to care for their students.

"Take out your book and write 'I must respect Mr Harris' 100 times" He said as he went back to his grading.

Stiles nodded as he took out a book to write it in, then started.

After Stiles wrote all the sentences he asked Mr Harris if that was all he needed to do.

"Yes, but no" Mr Harris said smugly as he got up from his seat.

" What? Must I grade those for you? You look pretty tired" Stiles retorted sarcastically.

"No, but you have been a devil to me for years so now it's my turn" Mr Harris said walking over to Stiles.

"Excuse me?" Stiles asked confused but before he could react Mr Harris punched him across the face.

"What the hell?! You're a teacher, you can't do that" Stiles said loudly while holding the side of his face with one hand as he used the other one to help him up.

"I've always wanted to do that" Mr Harris smiled as he punched Stiles across the face again and then kicked him in his side.

Stiles winced as he cried out, Mr Harris' shoe collided roughly with the letters carved in his stomach.

" Stop! " Stiles shouted.

" Oh, no this it too much fun" Harris said as he kicked Stiles a few more times.

The next three hours were some of the worst for Stiles, he ached all over, was covered in new bruises and more cuts littered his body.

It was 7 o'clock when Mr Harris was done with Stiles and told him to leave.

Stiles had never ran faster in his life than he did right then, his bones screamed in agony while his body ached but he didn't stop, he kept running even when he got to the edge of the forest.

He knew it was a shortcut even though it was extremely dangerous at that time, he didn't care, all he cared about right then was getting home.

He didn't know where the sudden burst of energy came from but he didn't care he just ran through the forest as fast as his legs could carry him.

He assumed that it was the shock or adrenaline coursing through his veins.

But like all things good it had to end, as he ran his foot got hooked on something which sent him flying into a nearby tree.

He layed on the ground next to the tree for a second before noticing the sound of sticks breaking under something, he listened as it got closer and closer.

Stiles tried to stand but his legs buckled under him and he tensed against the tree trying to be less noticeable to whatever was there.

Everything went quiet and Stiles pressed himself harder against the tree, he listened for any sign of movement or even a breath but heard nothing.

After waiting for a minute he stood up and started running again which was a bad idea because just that second  something came crashing down on him, tackling him to the ground, he cried out as the pain radiated throughout his body while he tried to crawl away but it took a firm hold of his ankle and all too suddenly the hand started burning his skin.

Stiles screamed and thrashed but the grip never faltered, whoever or whatever this was it was determined to finish what it started.

Tears broke through Stiles' closed eyes and he just lay limply on the floor as the pain started to fade into a dull ache, then the thing released Stiles' leg.

"You tell no one" A gruff, scratchy voice said before scratching Stiles' shoulder open with big, rough claws and ran off.

Stiles didn't care to look back at it, he needed to get home before anything else happened.

He got to his feet slowly and started running again although this time in way more pain than he already was.

As soon as he got home he took a nice warm shower, it hurt as the water hit his cuts and bruises but he didn't really care.

He cleaned off the dried blood that was left over and washed his hair before getting out, he dryed himself, put on new bandages and got dressed into a long checkered pajama pants and a black short sleeve shirt.

He went downstairs and made some dinner for himself, he had decided to make crumbed chicken with potatoes and some vegetables, he also made for his dad and put it in the microwave for when he gets home.

Stiles new his dad would end his shift at 1 am and then have to wake up at 7 am for another one, he knew that they were running out of money and that his dad was taking double shifts.

Stiles sat in the lounge while putting his food and drink on the table, he decided it was a good time to drink Jack Daniels as he was in a lot of pain amd needed a pick-me-up, so he drank and for the first time since telling his dad about the detention he picked up his phone and looked at all the messages.

He got 1 from his dad saying that he hoped Stiles got home okay, he got 1 from Scott asking how detention went, 1 from Derek asking if he could look something up about the Oni, Kitsunes and Nogitsunes, 1 from Lydia asking how he was and 1 from Isaac asking if he could stay over for a few days.

Stiles answered to Derek saying that he would do it tomorrow because he just got home then he said he was okay to Lydia, and that he got home okay to his dad, he told Isaac that he could stay over for as long as he wanted.

And then the message he dreaded the most, Scott's message, he thought about telling the truth but Scott already had too much things on his mind so Stiles just said that it took longer than usual but it wasn't that bad and all Harris made him do was lines.

Stiles knew lying was bad but lately he had to do it, for everyone else's good.

Stiles put his phone down, lit a fire in the fireplace, switched on the tv and started eating.

He started watching the new Batman movie that just came out while eating his food and drinking his Jack Daniels, halfway through the movie he finished his food and little less than half a bottle of Jack.

He then took his plate to the kitchen and washed it, after he put the Jack Daniels away, he knew he couldn't drink too much. He went back to the movie but soon lost interest after a while and started watching the fire instead, he recalled a few memories from his youth, some painful, some happy, when he was younger he had always been fascinated by fire.

As Stiles looked at the fire he saw a gracious power flowing within it and he couldn't tear his eyes away from it, it felt as if it was drawing him in, like he was connected to it, but a knock on the front door broke his concentration.

Stiles looked at the time, 11 o'clock, who the hell would be at his house at that time.

He quickly went to fetch his baseball bat, just incase and then went to open the door.