𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐚𝐥𝐰𝐚𝐲𝐬 | derek hale [ON HOLD]

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Stiles POV:

My head, it's full of noises. Of voices.

Stop. Please, stop.

I force my eyes open.

I'm in a... box? Where am I?

There's a few little slits of light coming from the solid surface above me.

I need to get out.

I bang the surface. It's a metal wall. There's a clanging sound outside each time I hit it.

Come on, Stiles! Open it!

I slam the metal with all my might, and the box opens.

I fall to the floor.

"Ah!" I yell as I balance myself. I look around.

The locker room?

I was in a locker?

What the hell am I doing at school?

I slowly creep out of the locker room and walk down the halls.

It's dark- the middle of the night.

Why am I here?

There's only one classroom that's open- the car ajar. I walk inside and see it.

The Nemeton.

It's in the center of the room's floor, the tiling cracked where the roots dig.

I carefully approach it and lower my hand toward its rings.

I can feel the immense power it draws.

All of a sudden, roots spring up and wrap around my arm.

I jolt awake. Heavily gasping, I look around to see I'm in my room, in my bed. My face is covered in sweat and I'm hot all over.

It was just a dream, Stiles. Just a dream.

"You ok? Stiles?"

I jump at the voice.

"Yeah, I was just dreaming," I gasp as she strokes my arm. "It was weird. It was like a dream within a dream."

"A nightmare?" Lydia asks, looking over me with a worried expression.

"Yeah," I sigh, trying to slow my heart. She begins to rub her hand comfortingly across my back.

Wait, Lydia? She's here? What is she doing here? And in my bed?

I stare at her. "Wait a second, Lydia. What are you doing here?"

The door opens, loudly creaking. "Hang on," I get up.

"Stiles, where are you going," she holds me back.

"I'm just going to close the door," I whisper, staring at it.