It was a few nights without much sleep straight now. Some nights were better than others but this was a string of bad. Stiles constantly had that feeling of paranoid anxiety lately and it was starting to take a toll but he was trying to keep it together. Maybe it didn’t look like it with the way he jolted up out of bed that night at whatever random thing decided to go bump in the night, but he was trying. He squinted into the darkness of his room hoping he was just being paranoid. “ Hey.” he paused moment, listening. “I have a bat and i’m not afraid to use it.” he offered up the information just in case.














