Dear Allison. ~ Allydia

007 - Nightmares

Stiles ran trough a dark tunnel, desperately looking for a way out. Shivers ran down his spine while the cold wind blew into his face. His breathing got heavy and his heart was pounding in his chest. His legs felt heavy and he had the feeling he could fall to the cold, hard ground any second. But he couldn't stop running, he had to get out of this dark, small, cold tunnel. The overwhelming feeling of fear and danger overcame him and it felt like a steel hand wrapped around his heart. Something bad was about to happen. He knew what it was, he's been here before. He's been here before and he's watched it happen, but he couldn't remember it. Like it had been blocked out of his memory. Whispers started to sound like they came out of the grey, concrete walls. The only thing he could make out of those whispers was his name, Stiles. With his hands pressed to his ears to block out the voices, he saw a dull light at the end of the tunnel. He tried to step up his pace and ran as fast as he could.

As he stepped out into the dull light, he stopped. With his hands on his knees, he tried to catch his breath.

'Where am I?' he thought to himself when his heart slowed down and he controlled his breathing again.

He was standing in a dark alley, that he didn't recognize. He looked around him but there was nothing but one simple lighting pole. He sighed and closed his eyes for a while, trying to think of something he could do, or somewhere he could go.

'What the hell did you get yourself into this time, Stiles?' he grunted.

'Stiles,' a voice said and he opened his eyes again, looking around trying to find the person that belonged to this voice.

'Who's there?' he called out.

'Stiles,' he heard again and he slightly recognized the voice, but he couldn't place it.

He turned around again, facing the other end of the alley. A weird noise left his troath as he saw something laying on the ground. Or was it a someone? He started running towards it but it was too dark to see what it was. He grabbed his phone from his pocket, using it as a flashlight. As he got down on his knees, he shone the light on the thing or person that was laying there. It was a person and he or she was laying on it's side. Carefully he reached out to the person, pulling on the shoulder.

He fell back in surprise and horror as the body fell on it's back and he could see the face of a girl. Her eyes were still open, looking at him. Her shirt was full of blood where a sword, that was now laying next to her, had impaled her.

'Allison,' he cried out and tried to get up quickly, but out of nowhere she grabbed his arm.

'It's your fault, Stiles. It's all your fault,' she hissed at him.

Her eyes were dark and it was almost like he couldn't recognize the Allison that he had known. He turned around again and tried to run as fast as he could. But after a couple metres she was there again. Holding the sword that was laying next to her dead body a couple seconds ago.

'You can't run from it, Stiles. You can't run from me. You did this, you did this to me. It's your fault. IT'S ALL YOUR FAULT,' and with that last sentence Stiles felt his body being impaled with the sword.

'ALLISON, NO!' he screamed while trying to escape from the covers that were wrapped around his body. His heart was pounding in his hest as he looked around, looking for Allison. He didn't see her, just the darkness in his room. He let himself fall onto his pillow again and felt Malia turn around in her sleep. It was his fault.