The Raven- Teen Wolf

Chapter 18

"I've seen worse," Scott says walking down the bus stairs.

"Where have you seen worse?" Stiles counters and the bus doors shut since we were the last ones out.

Raf keeps next to me, afraid I might pass out whenever I walk. Catching Isaacs stare, he winks. I hide my smile by looking down and adjusting my backpack straps.

"Listen up! The meet's been pushed 'til tomorrow. This is the closest motel with the most vacancies and the least amount of good judgement when it comes to accepting a bunch of degenerates like yourselves! You'll be pairing up-- choose wisely." Coach starts handing out room keys. Raf grabs one and swiftly comes back to me. He grabs my second bag from the ground and we begin walking to our room.  "And I'll have no sexual perversions perpetrated by you little deviants!" Coach yells at all of us walking. "Got that? Keep your dirty little hands to your dirty little selves!"

Our room is on the second floor which is also the only other floor. Raf flops on one of the beds and starts flipping through channels with a remote in hand. I take out a tshirt and shorts as my pajamas. "I'm gonna go take a shower and get out of these bloodly clothes."

"Don't waste the warm water, otherwise we're going to have a real problem."

"And me bleeding to death isn't a real problem?"

He doesn't even glance at me. He simply shrugs. I wave him off and start the shower. I place my clothes on the sink counter, before I shut the door, there was a shadow in the mirror. I jump back in fear but the figure is gone. It must be Raf playing tricks on me. I lean out the bathroom only to find my best friend watching something while munching on chips. He couldn't have gotten up so fast. I close and lock the door.

I'm seeing things. I've finally lost it. I think as I step into the shower. Blood instantly spills from my throat once I peel off another soaked through gauze. I let the warm water run over my body and it soothes any aches I have. The blood stops from a moment.

"Phoebe."

In a whirlwind, I push pass the curtain. No ones there. I feel like I'm fighting ghosts. Ghost who like to whisper my name and taunt me with shadows. I know they are very much real, in fact, witches have the ability to contact the dead. I didn't know the dead could contact us. If it's even a ghost. I could be hallucinating.

Two minutes in the shower and I'm already getting out and changed as fast as I can. I just need to get out of the small space, that's exactly what I do. My shirts a bit oversized, it was my grandfather's favorite one, it goes just below my pajama shorts. I tuck it in as I leave the bathroom and head for the main door.

"I was just joking, it didn't have to be that fast," Rafael says, sitting up worriedly.

"No, I know." I turn the knob. "I'll be back soon." The surprisingly warm air blows into the room once I open the door. I shut it swiftly.

No ones out. I start heading down to the main office. I need bandages before my neck starts gushing again. I keep my eyes focused on the ground, if there's any shadowy figures, at least I don't have to see them.

From behind, a hand wraps around my shoulder. A shriek escapes my lips while my leg automatically kicks back and finds somebody's stomach. They stumble back and I run as fast I can. Past the red motel doors, I clutch to the railings for support.

"Phoebe!" The person calls from behind.

I stop. I slap a hand over my forehead. Turning, I lightly laugh. "Isaac, um, you- you scared me."

He groans, gripping his stomach. "Clearly." He stands up straighter and cracks his back. He smiles when he notes the concern on my face.

"Are you okay?"