Sinister
(adj.) giving the impression that something harmful or evil is happening or will happen.
"𝐌𝐚𝐧𝐢𝐩𝐮𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐝𝐡𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐬, 𝐃𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐃𝐨𝐜𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐬, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐝𝐞𝐦𝐨𝐧𝐢𝐜 𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐰𝐨𝐥𝐯𝐞𝐬 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐚 𝐭𝐡𝐨�...
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Chapter Four
Dakota can't breathe.
She's curled up against the wall with her legs pulled to her chest, her fingers are yanking through her brown locks as they tremble frantically. Her throat is closing and she feels like the air in the room is getting thinner with every shaky breath.
She's gonna die down here, she'll all alone and no once can save her.
Death by panic attack, how great is that?
Just when her vision starts to get fuzzy and all she can see is black spots surrounding her, she starts to hear voices. They're muffled like they're approaching but she thinks it's too late now, she can't breath anymore. It won't be long until her heart stops completely and she's gone, right?
That's what it feels like, like death is right on her doorstep and all she has to do is open it.
Just when she feels like it all over, there's a force pulling her back. Her eyes slowly slip open and she finds honey brown irises starring at her, they're filled with worry and concern and there's a faint trace of anxiety in their scent. "S-Sti?" she mutters through chopped breaths
"Kota, it's me. It's Stiles, listen to me baby. I need you to breathe with me, can you do that?" He asked frantically, she could barely feel his hands cupping her cheeks, "Stay with me, Kota. I need you to breathe, like this. You can do it." She blinks lazily at him as she watches how he takes in the air and let's it out, so effortlessly.
She never knew she could be jealous over someone breathing, as she watched him she didn't even realize she was mimicking him until she felt the air going into her lungs normally. The short and raspy breaths had ceased and she had her chin resting against Stiles' shoulder.
"Thank you." She whispered as she curled her arms around his back.
He chuckles weakly, "How many times have I told you to stop thanking me for that?"
"Too many." She whispers
Stiles goes to pull away and she realizes they weren't alone once he pulls her to her feet, "Kota, what happened down here?"
Her eyes move to the dead teenager on the floor who's being examined by Deaton, her eyes prick with tears. "Tracy." a tear slips down her cheek, "I-It wasn't me. I swear, Scott. You told me to save her and I was trying and she woke up and she understood it was all real, but then these g-guy's came and they--" Stiles grabs her wrists and rubs circles in her skin.
"It's okay, you're okay. You'll work yourself up again." Stiles says, gently.
"They we're strong, I tried to get free but I--"
"Who was strong?" Scott asked, cutting her off.
"The guys in the masks, they were three of them. I think there were three." She shakes head frantically as more tears fall, "They had a weapon, I swear I didn't do this."
