Like every other person in Beacon Hills, Skylar Knight was also a supernatural creature. She comes from a very long line of faeries. Faeries were hunted down to near extinction because legends believe that if you kill a faerie you become stronger an...
Stiles and I were in the counselor's office to talk about Matt. Matt was killed as someone drowned him.
"You know when you're drowning, you don't actually inhale until right before you black out. It's called voluntary apnea. It's like no matter how much you're freaking out, the instinct to not let any water in is so strong that you won't open your mouth until you feel like your head's exploding," Stiles explained as he was fixing his lacrosse net.
"But then when you finally do let it in, that's when it stops hurting. It's not scary anymore. It's actually kind of peaceful," I said looking at looking down.
"Are you saying you hope Matt felt some peace in his last moments?" Ms. Morrell said which made Stiles exhale looking at her.
"I don't feel sorry for him," Stiles said but I didn't say anything.
"Can you feel sorry for the nine-year-old Matt who drowned?" Ms. Morrell asked.
"Just because a bunch of dumbasses dragged him into a pool when he couldn't swim, doesn't really give him the right to go off killing them one by one," Stiles explained.
"Stiles is right but I do feel sorry for the kid Matt. Yes, something traumatic happened but that doesn't justify anything that he did. He was afraid and angry. That kind of fear that can either learn to control it or it controls you until it takes over. Until you lose yourself and that's exactly what happened to Matt. I feel sorry for the real Matt that drowned and died in that pool when he was nine years old," I said looking at her.
"And by the way, my dad told me that they found a bunch of pictures of Skye on Matt's computer. And not just of her though. I mean, he Photoshopped himself into these pictures. Stuff like them holding hands and kissing. You know, like he had built this whole fake relationship. So yeah, maybe drowning when he was nine years old was what sent him off the rails, but the dude was definitely riding the crazy train," Stiles said and I shook my head.
"One positive thing came out of this, though, right?" Ms. Morrell said. Our dad got his Sheriff job back.
"Yeah, but I still feel like there's something wrong between us. I don't know. It's just, like, tension when we talk. The same thing with Scott," Stiles said.
"Have either of you talked to him since that night?" she asked.
"No, not really. I mean, he's got his own problems to deal with, though," Stiles said. Scott's mom knows and he doesn't what to do.
"I don't think he talked to Allison either," Stiles said.
"But that might be more her choice, you know. Her mom dying hit her pretty hard. But I guess it brought her and her dad closer," I said.
"What about you? Have you talked to Scott since he's your boyfriend, right?" she asked me.
"No, he isn't and I haven't talked to him," I said upset.
"How do you feel?" she asked and I chuckled.
"How do I feel? The love of my life wants to be with someone else and I'm in constant pain. It hurts all the time. It makes me wish that I never fell in love with him," I said with tears building in my eyes but I wiped them away.
"What about Jackson?" Ms. Morrell said.
"Jackson? Jackson hasn't really been himself lately. Actually, the funny thing is, as of right now, Lydia is the one who seems the most normal," Stiles said still fixing his stick.
"And what about you, Stiles? Feeling some anxiety about that championship game tomorrow night?" she asked as he was using his teeth to tighten the net.
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"Why would you ask me that?" Stiles asked with his mouth still on the net and he put is down, "Oh. Uh, no. I never actually play. But hey, since one of my teammates is dead and another one's missing, who knows, right?" Stiles said trying to be sarcastic.
"You mean Isaac. One of the three runaways. You haven't heard any of them, have you?" she asked.
"How come you're not taking any notes on this?" Stiles said changing the subject.
"I do my notes after the session," she said answering me.
"Your memory's that good?" Stiles asked.
"How about we get back to you? Stiles?" she asked but Stiles wasn't looking at her. He looks at me and I nod signaling that him to talk.
"I'm fine. Yeah, aside from the not sleeping, the jumpiness, the constant, overwhelming, crushing fear that something terrible is about to happen," Stiles explained as my heart hurt from him.
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"It's called hyper-vigilance, the persistent feeling of being under threat," Ms. Morrell explains.
"But it's not just a feeling, though. It's like it's panic attack. You know, like I can't even breathe," Stiles said.
"Like you're drowning?" she asked.
"Yeah," Stiles answered.
"So if you're drowning, and you're trying to keep your mouth closed until that very last moment, what if you choose to not open your mouth? To not let the water in?" she asked.
"Well, you do anyway. It's a reflex," I said to her.
"But if you hold off until that reflex kicks in, you have more time, right?" she asked.
"Not much time," Stiles answered.
"But more time to fight your way to the surface?" she asked.
"I guess," Stiles said.
"More time to be rescued?" she asked.
"More time to be in agonizing pain. And did you forget about the part where you feel like your head's exploding?" Stiles said.
"If it's about survival, isn't a little agony worth it?" she asked.
"And what if it just gets worse? What if it's agony now, and then... Then it's just hell later on?" I asked her.
"Then think about something Winston Churchill once said, "If you're going through hell, keep going." We will but I have this sickening feeling like it's not over.
Scott's P.O.V
I just got out of the shower looking at myself in the mirror when I heard hissing from the Kanima. I walked out of my bathroom when I saw the Kanima climbed onto the corner wall. He is using his tail to hold my mom by the throat off the throat.
