"Stiles?" Stiles heard Scott call out, but he ignored him, determined to reach the door. A hand gripped his upper arm, stopping him. "Stiles! It's Scott. Scott McCall. I-" "What the hell is a Stiles?" He deadpanned. ~~~~~~~ After the tragic loss of his father, Stiles is forced to return to Beacon Hills after living in Redding for seven years. This time, instead of a picture perfect life, all he had was a foster family he hated and old friends he'd rather not see. That's not the only reason he hates it. It seems make his nightmares worse, almost as if they're actually happening. Almost as if they're real. TW: Panic attacks and mentions of death