Insanity ~ Teen Wolf/Stiles Stilinski

Chapter 29: Nightmares Of The Daydream...

Stiles' POV

A few hours later, and I found myself in Scott's room. I didn't know how I got there, or why I was there. But I just was. I guess, daydreaming was something I had to get used to now.

"Stiles?" I heard a voice, and the sound of the door creaking open as the light footsteps came closer to me.

It was... Ethan?

What was he doing here? I thought he hated me? I thought he- he blamed me.

"Ethan?" I said his name in confusion to his appearance in the room.

"We need to talk." He said, closing the door quietly behind him. I stood straighter, still confused as to why he wanted to talk to me in private. He was never like this. Especially with me.

"About what?" I questioned.

"When you were still under," he paused and took a breath, and he seemed to be... Hesitant in telling me what he had on his mind. "do you remember anything? Anything at all?" I looked away as soon as he asked. My soul feeling so much regret and hate for myself in that moment. I saw him observe my facial expression as I turned my face away to avoid eye contact with him. "You do, don't you?"

I just looked up, the tears of guilt searing the nerves in my eyes. I couldn't help it. The feelings just grew inside of me, and I tried so hard to not let them out. It wouldn't be best for anyone.

"If you came here," I began, "just to make me regret everything-"

"I'm not here to make you feel bad, Stiles." I silenced in that second. My inquisitive nature wanted to know more about what exactly it was he wanted from me. "When we gave you the Kanima Venom, you grabbed me by the throat, right? Tried to strangle me?"

"What's your point?" I answereed quickly, irritated now by his mentioning of my uncontrolable actions a few moments ago.

"Did you see anything?" He asked, seriousness in his tone. I froze at his question, not knowing how to answer.

How could I forget? How could I forget?

"W- what do you-"

"Pictures? Scenes? Anything?" Ethan stepped forward, eager to know my answer. I took a step back. "You saw it too?"

"You know what, I don't know what I saw. Okay?" I sighed, rubbing my cold hands together and turning away to walk to the right side of Scott's bed.

"Yes, you do." Ethan stepped closer, and stared deep into my soul. "What did you see, Stiles?"

Can I trust him? He can't tell anyone.

"I saw..." I began, not understanding it all myself. "I saw everyone. I thought I was lying down in my bed or something with everyone - Scott, Malia, Lydia, you, Isaac, Kira... My Dad - standing over me, but..."

"You were somewhere else, weren't you?" He read my mind.

"I was... In a coffin." I sat down, unable to comprehend it all.

"I saw you too." His voice, just about made it to my ears. I looked to his face and he showed worry. Actual looks of worry. "You were dead, and everyone was there, and... We were burying you." I blinked twice, not able to comprehend the fact that we had both seen the same thing. "You were in a coffin where there was a glass in the top so we could see your face."

"Yeah, it was like that in mine too." I told.

"But," he quickly started again. "I looked up, and I saw someone standing next to Scott, helping him with the first shovel of dirt to throw in the grave."