Now you see me, now you don't {S.S}

Chapter 29

I had stopped for awhile, just sitting in my car at the side of the road...crying. I am such an asshole...
One of my closest friends needed help, or they could have died, and my supernatural ass said no, I refused to help. Why did I distance myself? Why did I try to be a normal teenager..?

After so many hours, I drove back home, quietly walking into the house and passed all of the other teenagers.

"Hey dad..." I had managed to control my abilities enough that my arms were no longer translucent, and were completely visible and solid. I went to walk passed him, only for him to put an arm in front of me.

"Everything okay?" I didn't look up to him, I just stared down at his arm. I nodded, now looking up and offering him a weak smile.

"Fine." His expression fell when he recognised my broken appearance. "Just fine." He lowered his arm in surprise and I took my chance to walk away, quietly speaking. "I'll be in my room..."

"Was that (Y/n)?" I heard Stiles' voice, ignoring it and continuing on route to my room.

I sat up with a start, immediately standing up and disappearing, reappearing somewhere I was most definitely not familiar with. I gasped, feeling something cold and metal, a very familiar feeling. I coughed, choking on it as I looked down.

"Shit..." I muttered. As a ghost, I was incredibly weak. I had asked the book a few days ago, that if I was to die again as weak as I was, if I would die forever, like I should have the first time. It told me that it was very likely. My hands travelled up to the base of my sternum. I recognised a blade emitting black smoke. I looked up, my eyes searching the face of the Oni, who seemed just as confused and surprised to see me here as I was, even behind it, the Nogitsune was surprised. Tears formed in my eyes because I was genuinely unsure as to whether me being supernatural, being an immortal ghost....whether the immortality would actually work. From a brief glance at the situation when I had arrived, Allison was already dead, Isaac was badly injured, Kira was okay, Scott was okay, Lydia was no where to be seen. I had arrived just as the last two Oni's were about to disperse, one sensing an oncoming threat. I swallowed, a little scared to have the blade pulled from my body. It had felt like someone had punched me, only winding me. My eyes met the Nogitsune's, his eyes flicking over me, showing this very minor amount of concern...

He hadn't intended for me to be here...

My vision blurred when the sword was pulled from my stomach and I fell to my knees, my hand lightly pressing on the wound. It felt like water was dripping down my body. I smiled sadly. I hadn't been able to control anything. I slouched, staring at the red substance on my hand. Everything was quiet, peaceful if you will. I let out a sad laugh, sniffling as I felt tears drip onto my hand.

"I'm so fucking stupid..."

Scott was crying because Allison had just died in his arms, his first love...
I noticed I felt cold again, my fingertips beginning to fade into being translucent in a gradient. I turned my head as my brother looked up. Tears were streaming down both of our faces.

"(Y/n)...?"

"Hey, Scotty..."

"W-why are you here?" I shrugged with a pained smile, trying not to let him know I had just been stabbed.

"I-I don't know..." My voice was shaking, and I was trying so hard to not make this night worse for him. Both of my hands were in front of him, disappearing and covered in blood. "You loved her..." He nodded and I smiled. "I'm glad...You deserved her...And she deserved you..." He smiled sadly, silently thanking me.

"You hadn't wanted to help Stiles earlier...why did you come?" His voice was steadier.

"I never learned to control my powers...I had no control over coming here..." I choked out a cry of pain. "It just happened..." Scott nodded and I forced a smile.

"Are you okay...? You sound hurt..." I shook my head, continuing to force a smile.

"I'm fine...Just focus on Allison...You need to tell her dad..." He nodded and I managed to control my powers enough to teleport myself in front of the emergency room entrance. I stumbled into the hallway and towards reception. I set my hand on the desk, noticing my mother was behind it.

"Sweetheart, hi-"

"I need help." I panted out, and that was when she noticed my blood coated hand on the counter. She peeked over the desk and her eyes widened.

"We need a doctor over here! Now!"

"Mom..." I whimpered , inhaling and exhaling a shaky breath, tears building in my eyes and falling from my eyes.

"Sweetie, you'll be fine, you always are." I shook my head.

"Allison's dead." I wiped my eyes, blood smearing on my face, my breathing was shaking as she rounded the desk to support me. "I'm dying, I don't know if I can come back from this one." I cried, choking on the sound. "I'm too weak, I asked, they said I might not make it this time." My mom shook her head, forcing a panicked and worried smile as I sobbed. She helped to lower me onto a stretcher.

"You survived going missing, you survived a triple-fold human sacrifice, you can survive this." I shook my head.

"Stay with me, please, mommy. Please." I cried, my voice breaking.

After surgery, I was laying in a room, staring up at the ceiling. A few hours had passed and I could hear a commotion outside in the corridors. I forced myself up and peered out into the hallway. I noticed blood everywhere, things were strewn about. I stared at who was stood at the end of the corridor.

"...Void..." I muttered, the 'teenage boy' staring right back at me with a smirk as I left my room.

"(Y/n), I assume, glad to see you're alive, Stiles would have hated me if you died." I swallowed thickly.

"Why are you here...?"

"To come and get you, of course." He stared at me expectantly. My eyes were still red and puffy from my intense crying of pain and fear earlier. "You can come with me, or you can stay here and I can go and kill him. It's your call." I continued to stare, thinking it over and looking down at the floor. I slipped back into my room and quickly changed into my own bloodied clothes before teleporting right in front of him.

"Fine. But you have to keep me from getting hurt." He thought it over.

"You have my word."