@mieczyslawtm: “there’s nowhere to go. there’s nowhere to go."
you’d know that voice anywhere, that stupid voice that accompanies the second biggest asshole here ( second to peter fucking hale. who of course, also had to be here. of fucking course. was isaac’s life not torture enough already? ). “jesus, dude.” your eyes roll, head leaning back against the wall, eyes focused upward. “can you calm down? for two seconds maybe? are you capable of that?” you say as if you didn’t freak out just as much when they took you. you’re pretty sure your hands were trembling for a week straight after you arrived.
you’re not sure how long ago that was. a few weeks? a month? a year? the time kind of blurs together after a while. this is what you get for trying to come back. stuck in this stupid place, listening to the stupid announcements over and over, now with more unwanted guests. you’ve been forgotten, you know that much. the people you used to know probably haven’t even noticed your absence, it’s not like you kept in contact with them. but now everything you were has been arrived, and unlike stiles who has people to go home to, you’re probably better off here. probably better off forgotten.
“there’s no where to go. that’s obvious. just give up. we’re gong to be here a while. just sit down and shut up before i make you.”














