Cry without me

Prologue: Imagine...

Stiles

Imagine that your father forgets about you, then finding yourself in a ghost station and knowing that everyone of your friends has forgotten you. After that, imagine that the only person you know there, leaves you behind. Imagine living in fear, because everytime the Ghost Riders presented themselves there, you could be the next one dead. Then imagine the crazyness you would go through. How you feel your sanity slowly chiping away because all the people in there don't remember anything that happened. Now imagine the hope you cling on to, the hope you have, that maybe your friends do remember you, and they're finding a way to get you out. But of course it's a maybe, just a fucking maybe.

Imagine the desperation created inside, how every day that hope slowly collapses. Then imagine, how you suddenly come to the conclusion that no one remembers you, and can you imagine the anger that comes afterwards? Well, let me tell you it's not anger, it's rage. It's such an inmense rage that you fall apart in that very same spot at that very same instance, you cry, you cry cause you feel like a fool, even now I ask myself, how could I have been such an idiot? How could have I thought they would come for me like a fool? How could I have let myself hope blindly?

After that, I didn't dare waste any time, and at last I found a way to get out of there. When you are out, imagine the euphoria you feel, imagine yourself out and at last in the real world. Now imagine that you realize you are in the state of Virginia, you are not even in your hometown. Now that you are out, you get a phone. You phone your best friend. Imagine he doesn't pick you up. Imagine that none of your friends pick the phone up, not even your father. Imagine the disappointment you feel. You just wanted to hear their voices. Imagine you go on the internet and cannot find your hometown anywhere. Imagine the panic, how your breathing gets heavier, how you feel every muscle of your body tighten and how you finally see, that your town has disappeared from existence. Then you think about your family, your friends, the memories you had there... All gone. Your throat tightens and you choke. Tears swell up in your eyes, you try to fight against them, but even if you try hard not to let them escape, you cry. Even if you bite your tongue to concentrate on something else, you cry. You cry because you have been so long waiting to escape that hell, to find yourself alone in what would be heaven compared to the Ghost station. You cry because you don't even remember the last time you talked to your friends and family and you cry because you can faintly remember their voices. Imagine you don't want to accept the truth and you decide to get a car and head towards your hometown. 

I have gone through all of this, and I'm driving to my town. My town is Beacon Hills, and I am Stiles Stilinski. Now imagine MY rage, Imagine MY sadness and most importantly, imagine how hard I'm clinging to MY sanity.