Yours (Stiles Stilinski)

Chapter Sixty Two

It was dark when I opened my eyes. My surroundings felt familiar, and I eventually felt my hand grasp a hard surface. I looked down to see the Beacon Hills High School sign. My one hand was covered in blood, the other was in an immense amount of pain. I was breathing heavily as I took off towards the back of the school, back where the buses were parked. I was being chased. When I finally leapt over the fence with extreme agility, I landed on two feet in front of a bus. I looked down at my other hand and saw that it wasn't there. Instead, a steaming bloody stump was all I saw. I choked back a sob, as I looked around. I heard what sounded like a jump rope sounds like when you flip it around really fast.

I knew I had to hide, and without seemingly thinking about moving, I was going into the bus. When my hand touched my hair, and I waved it in front of me, I noticed it was platinum blond. My reflection caught in the window, and I realized that I wasn't me. This was another dream. Actually, it was another nightmare. I watched as a young woman appeared in front of the bus I was hiding in. I crouched behind a seat, and I begged for my brain to wake up. I crouched, and my hands wrapped around my— or I guess the body I was in— arms. I began to whisper something— like a mantra.

"The sun, the moon, the truth," the girl I was dreaming about whispered. It was weird hearing it coming from my mouth— even though it obviously wasn't my own. I felt her fear just like it was my own. Life-threatening fear. It felt like I was dying, or at least waiting for death. I heard the bus door's creak open, and stopped whispering. I thanked whatever divine being was out there for getting this girl to shut up. I had no doubts that this killer would hear us if we didn't stop. The frustrating thing was that I couldn't do a damn thing. I couldn't comfort her or take over or anything. I was just a passenger watching everything happen. Like witnessing a slow motion car accident. I heard the woman's footsteps getting closer. The sound of something metal being twisted around was also extraordinarily loud in the deafening silence that surrounded us. I didn't know why we weren't moving or doing anything.

Like clockwork, as soon as I thought that, we sprung into action. I jumped up from behind the seat, kicking the woman over. I barely got a look at her face, as I leapt over her— running towards the door. She fell to the ground as I booked it out of the bus. Getting outside, I ran through the parking lot when a car whipped out in front of me.

"Come on! Get in! She's coming!" A kid said from inside. My own brain told me 'no way in hell,' but this girl had other plans. She jumped in, and of course, the doors locked around me. "Seriously, I can't believe you fell for that," the kid said, smirking at me. My hand burned with agony, and I was breathing heavily. The kid pulled a blade out, stabbing it directly into my chest. I let out a gasp, as I leaned forward; coughing out blood.

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"Y/n, Y/n! Wake up," I heard Stiles pleading. I was sitting up, and Stiles was knelt in front of me, holding my head up with a rag under my nose. I blinked at him, taking in my surroundings. I was in bed. I was unarmed, and I wasn't attempting to murder him. "It's okay— You're okay," he whispered, stroking my cheek. My chest lifted and fell rapidly as tears sprung to my eyes. I leaned forward, blood dripping from my nose.

"Oh god— Oh god, it happened again," I gasped into his shirt. He wrapped his arms around me and held me for a moment.

"I'm sorry, Y/n," he murmured into my ear. The door to my bedroom opened, and Scott stood there with wide eyes.

"Are you okay?" He asked quickly, disregarding Stiles' half-dressed appearance. He flipped the light on, and Stiles wrapped a blanket around my shoulders. Scott grabbed a towel from the bathroom, wetting it before coming to my side. Stiles took it and wiped my nose, as Scott waited patiently.

"I'm fine— It's just... Another one is dead. Her hand— Her hand was gone," I whispered. My own hand was shaking. It still burned with pain even though I was physically okay. Scott took my hand, and black immediately seeped into it. My eyes widened as I pulled away. Stiles looked between the two of us with shock.