Sleepwalking

Stiles didn't want to feel anything anymore; everything ached whenever he moved.

That was just the thing, though, it wasn't him controlling his body. It was something else. Something foreign and horrible that was making him feel sick to his stomach. God, when would this horror end? Couldn't he just have a normal life for once? Perhaps not be possessed by something dangerous?

Ah, but this was just his life now: supernatural things possessing and attacking everything in Beacon Hills. It was his responsibility, as well as Scott's and everyone else's.