SOTC: Happiness by Taylor Swift + Kids by Mikky Ekko
// HAPPIER \\
Tori Whittemore's p.o.v
Sometimes I still have to remind myself to breathe. Although, technically I didn't need to breathe, as there is no air in my lungs. Focus, I remind myself, breath, and have patience. Have patience with this, don't forgot why this is happening. My thumb was resting against my bottom teeth heavily, and I was struggling with the urge to start biting down on the soft skin, which I had done enough of all night. I could not find it in myself to sleep, neither could anybody else who stood with me, anxiously, in the animal clinic. No matter where I found myself looking, my eyes always ended back on the trio of silver wash tubs. Time felt non existent as we waited for Allison, Scott and Stiles to return to reality, and I felt myself getting lost in the clicking of the clock hands and the quite hum of the fluorescent lights above us.
Isaac tried to calm me down a few times. Although I looked calm to the unsuspecting glance, I was swarmed with anxiety on the inside, and he could most definitely tell. It started with his long fingers brushing the delicate skin of my palm, trying to bring me back to reality, back to him, and out of my own mind. It worked, but not for long. He even tried to pull me over to sit beside him, atop of a metal cabinet that looked about as high as my hip. It didn't obey his wishes, I didn't feel like sitting.
Three more hours had passed and the sun started to rise, making it almost a full day since they had been out. Submerged into the tubs if frozen water and dainty leaves of mistletoe swimming at the top. I wanted to scream, yell, but there was no need. Come back, I wanted to say, hurry up and come back to us.
I knew it had know been two entire nights without sleep, but my brain couldn't find the same exhaustion like my eyes did. Not with my friends so close but so far away from reality. It ran 100 miles a minute, I was trying to distract myself from the oh so heavy weight pushing on my chest, pushing me deeper and deeper into the ground beneath my feet. The lunar eclipse was tomorrow. Or rather, in a few hours, the lunar eclipse would be today.
Suddenly, Allison gasped, breaking the ice barrier between her and the surface. Scott followed suit, pulling himself out of the tub, and then Stiles. I rushed over to them, the weight that once strangled me gone, letting me breathe again. Deaton joined me first, then Isaac and Lydia as well. Scott looked around frantically, lifting himself out if the water. "I saw it! I know where it is!"
"We've passed it," Stiles got out of the tub, "it was this huge tree, it's been cute down but it's still very, very big."
"The night we were looking for the body."
Stiles nodded, "the same night you were bit by Peter."
Allison spoke for the first time since arriving back to her conscious state, "I was there that night too, in the car with my mother, we almost hit someone."
A look of realization crossed Scotts face, " It was me. You almost hit me." Scott then glanced at Deaton, and with certainty he said, "We can find it."
I felt my face fall, and my eyes searched the floor. I could tell that Isaac copied my actions, along with Deaton and Lydia. Nobody spoke for a moment, and It made me frown. My eyes flickered to the windows, the daylight blinding me momentarily. I then found Scott, and decide to speak. "You guys were out a long time."
