After the murder of her parents Sofía McCall moved back to Beacon Hills living with Melissa and Scott, her aunt and cousin. Reunited with her cousin, he ends up introducing her to Stiles Stilinski who has changed a lot since she saw him last.
Stiles...
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The car had flipped so many times I had become disorientated before I could sustain the concussion that had me drifting in and out of consciousness. I was fleetingly aware of the bloody taste in my mouth, but I couldn't figure out what it was. At times my eyelids fluttered, and I thought I must be at home in bed because it was so dark. Then why the cold and the sound of rain on metal? Why the pain, god, why so much pain.
Then the car hit the trees, snapping me back to reality, my mom lay dead in the back whilst I kept waking and waking. I liked being unconscious then awake because when I was awake, I could taste the coppery blood pooling in my mouth. I could feel it grazing my teeth and soaking my tongue. I felt the aching and cracks in my bones.
Each crack felt like rocks were burrowing into my skin, I sucked in cramped air, the feeling of my lungs caving in. I saw the spots in the corners of my vision, not spots my mom and dad I wanted to scream but the static feeling in my head was stopping me. The buzzing noise filling my ears, it felt like hours of me slowly fading and waking, fading and waking. The agonising pain the only thing keeping me alive, the only thing I could feel anymore.
I look over at my dead parents' salty tears streaming down my face. How did it go so wrong? One minute we're driving and the next something hit us and that's when everything came crashing back the horrifying memories at the time I wished the static noise would just come back or that my eyes would shut. Dying would be better than this, alone in the car with the corpses of my parents.
Then came the blue flicker I attempted to turn my head, but the agonising pain caused me to stop, then the sound of sirens. Wait, police? Who called the police? I went to speak but the dryness of my throat and the aching pain of my ribs and lungs causing me to scrap the idea. My eyesight blurred, but not because of the tears, no everything became fuzzy. The last words I heard before my eyes shut was "Your gonna be okay."
My consciousness was floating through and empty space filled with a thick static, throughout the inky space my heartbeat was still pounding loudly. So loud in fact it echoed in my ears, alongside the fading pleas of the people around me trying to keep me awake.
I woke up screaming as the familiar nightmare filled my head, or should I say flashback. A month ago, that dreaded night happened, a month ago my life came crashing down before my eyes literally. The last night in your childhood home is supposed to be special right, well mine wasn't. Last night was the worst night's sleep I've had in my life, whether it was nerves, fear or guilt.
The reason I am so nervous is because today I am moving to Beacon Hills to my only family I have left, well other than my brother but he is in army so there is no chance of me seeing him any time soon. I'm supposed to be starting a fresh living with my Aunty Melissa and my cousin Scott even though the only people I want to be with is my mom and dad or just on my own in the house I was raised in but social services said it's either them or foster care and they were kind enough to take me in so I shouldn't really feel so sour.
