Sterek, 20: things you said that I wasn't meant to hear
So this didn’t go they way I expected but, I hope you like it!
Stiles was tired and cold when he awoke. He trembled slightly as he sat upright, blinking slowly as he came to his senses. He looked around slowly, pressing a hand to his head in attempt to stop the dull throbbing.
“Hello?” Stiles called out shakily, “Dad?”
He could feel the anxiety bubbling up, ready to take hold of him at any moment. He tried to even his ragged breaths. He was in the woods, he knew that much but, how he got there, he hadn’t the foggiest. He eased himself up, using the nearby stump for support. He stood on shaky legs, and looked around frantically. His heartbeat was echoing in his ears, drowning out any sounds.
He stumbled back, tripping over a branch. He blinked harshly pressing his hands to his temples, “Derek?” He cried out.
“They won’t be able to help you,” A voice sounded through the fog in his mind, whispering hauntingly.
Stiles slammed his eyes shut, willing the voice away. When he forced himself to open his eyes, he was a dimly lit room with no windows and no doors. He was standing in front of a mirror with a jagged crack running across the middle. His lip trembled as he looked at his reflection, watching it morph into a sinister version of himself.
“Get out,” Stiles whimpered, “Get out of my head,” He begged, clenching his fists tightly.
His reflection smiled, a cruel and twisted imitation of his own, before vanishing.
Stiles opened his eyes slowly, a strange feeling of relief washing over him when he realized that he was still in the woods. Stiles stood once more, and started stumbling through the trees. The last thing he remembered was seeing the bobbing beam of a flashlight through the branches, and Derek’s voice calling out for him.