Stiles Stilinski imagines

The Mad Hatter and her March Hare ▽ prompt

The smell of newly washed sheets filled Y/N's nostrils as she looked at the ceiling and thought about the last months. She thought about how her world had changed within seconds. How her world changed when he had walked in. How it had changed after Stiles Stilinski came into her life.

Y/N didn't like nights. She despised how the darkness would swallow her whole. She hated the cold feeling that would expand inside her body. Nightmares would flow before her as soon as she closed her eyes. So when the morning came, Y/N would sigh in relief and look around in her empty room. At first when she got here, she used to share the blank box, but after her first night Wren had moved out. It was not like Y/n didn't know why. Everyone would have wanted to leave after a night with screams of horror.

If Y/N had friends, she would have told them that morning how her nightmare had been. That she had seen Martha in her cell, scaring this blurred guy. But she didn't have any, so she wrote it down in her book. Her second book of the nightmares she had been receiving through the last couple of years.
"Now she think she can talk for some weird Gods. If you ask me, she's just as crazy as the other Jesuses we have," Oliver's voice made Y/N's fists clench and snap her pen. Though after one year, three months and two weeks of therapy , Y/N had learned to not to argue about her sanity. It wasn't her fault none believed her – she only told what she had seen in the dark.

"Did you see the fight between new kid and Malia?"
"Miss Morell had to save the scrawny weakling away from the girl!"
"Girl? I don't think that's the right description of Malia," The nutheads around Y/N kept talking about a happening she didn't witness earlier that day. Apparently Oliver's new, poor friend had gotten punched by Malia, one of the people in this crazy house Y/N actually liked. Malia never spoke to Y/N, but together they would sometimes just sit at the same table and eat. In silence. No mocking, no questions, no nothing. Her human instincts told her to back Malia, and not like this newbie, though she couldn't shake the sad and sympathizing feeling she felt towards the boy that seemed to be surrounded with darkness.

Y/N had been walking around for what seemed like forever. Thoughts full of foundations and reflections about the feeling in your gut swarmed around inside Y/N's head. It was a feeling that told her something new was up – but what? The reflections was suddenly cut off when she walked into a breathing wall. This happened some times. Y/n would think too deep, so deep her surroundings would disappear. This was the first time the wall would talk to her though.
"I'm sorry, are you ok?" The masculine voice was full of itchyness, and it wasn't before he touched her shoulder that everything had blacked out for a second. A rerun of the picture from the previous night passed before Y/N's eyes. A clear sight of the boy that was once blurred gave Y/N butterflies in her stomach. The boy was handsome for sure, and before she knew it, the live version of him stood in front of her.
"Stiles?" The words escaped from your usually sealed lips.
"Have we met before?" He asked, eyes squinting and you could see his mind trying to figure out from where the two of you could have crossed paths.
"No," there was no reason to lie. Why lie to a total stranger that already thought you were crazy?
"How did..." his question hung in the air.
"I'm as mad as a hatter without his march hare," Y/N said before she left the pretty boy to himself. With each step she took, Y/N couldn't shake off the new, yet familiar feeling that followed her. It was a familiar feeling. It was a dark one. The same dark feeling she had seen and felt around the brown haired, new kid that called himself Stiles Stilinski.

As a girl with her abilities, Y/N had never been more clueless about what would have happened to herself and Stiles at their first meet. She would never have known that the next day, Stiles would have seated himself next to her. Y/N would never have thought about how sad she would be when Stiles left Echo House.