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I hadn't thought about the party and how it was going, all I could think about was how nauseous I was getting at the idea of not being with Stiles. "Selena! Drink." Lydia smiles and presses a a plastic cup to my lips. I forced my eyes closed as my throat burned at what I swallowed. "Ew what the fuck was that." I gagged. When I opened my eyes she was gone. "Hey how about we go upstairs?" I hear and I turn around quickly, someone's arm around my waist. "Nooo." I awkwardly laugh as I squirm out of his grasp. "No?" He chuckles his face blurred but so was the rest of my vision. I stumbled onto the staircase railing and he grabs me to stand me back up. "Look at you, already falling for me." His voice echoed, I felt like I was being gripped by so many people, I didn't even know what room I ended up in. "Watch where you're going." I stumbled back into someone but he sounded familiar. "Oh thank god, Theo I-" He cuts me off my grabbing me by my throat. "Th-Theo." I clawed at his hand tightening. "I miss watching the life escape from your eyes." And the room was empty and it was just me and him. "I'm going to make your life hell." He smirks. I had the urge to throw up, like my lungs were filling up with water. He throws me against the wall, letting go of me and I fall hard onto the steps of the staircase. I gripped my chest that was burning, I started coughing out water it felt like I was drowning. I couldn't do it anymore, I closed my eyes and gasped for breath again but this time I felt my face cold, wet with water. I opened my eyes and pulled my head out of the water, a hand on the back of my head, helping me out. "Sel are you okay?" Stiles came into view as I threw up pool water in front of him. "We have to find Scott, Are you here? Can you see me?" He waves his hands in front of my face as my breathing slows and my lungs are pumping air again. "What the fuck." My voice wavered. "Lydia spiked everyone's drink for some reason we have to find Scott and then find Lydia." He urgently grabs my arm and pulls me up. I stood at the edge of the pool he previously dunked my head in. "Selena?" He shook my shoulders. "It's not real okay? We were drugged." I looked over at him, the taste of chlorine still on my tongue. Nothing felt right, I looked around and everyone was going by normally. "Sel?" He grabs my face and makes me look at him. "This isn't real." My eyes were watering as I reach to touch him but he pushes my hand away. "We have to go." He grabs my wrist and pulls me. "Stiles this isn't real."I struggle against his grip but he pulls me inside Lydia's house regardless. "Please let go of me." I felt sick, my face scrunched up and I didn't mean to start crying but I don't want to be here anymore. "Hey hey hey." He stops and turns, his voice getting soft. "It's ok I can take you home and I'll do the rest okay?" His thumbs quickly wiped the tears running down my face. "I don't want to be here it's not real." My head was pounding, I felt like I was still suffocating, the world felt like as if I was watching a game in first person. "It's real Sel I promise you it is." He pulls me into a hug. He tries to comfort me and he rubs his hands on my back. I push him off and walk past him, headed towards the kitchen. I could hear him follow closely behind. "Sel we don't have time for this. Let me take you home." He begged. I held onto the kitchen island for support as I made my way to the drawer by the sink. "Selena, you're still drugged I need to take you home." He pulled my shoulder but I ignored it, opening the drawer and grabbed a knife. "Ok you don't need that." He shook his head. I point it at him but my hand was really shakey. "No thank you." He shakes his head and pushes it away from him. "Why don't we put that down?" He goes to grab it but I pull it away. "I'm just going to use it to wake up." I explain. "You're awake, this. Is. Real." He stresses as he continues to struggle grabbing it from me. I shuffle back away from him and hold the point of the knife firmly onto my stomach. "Stop it. You're going to hurt yourself." He reached forward as I quickly thrusted towards the knife. "Holy shit." He grabs onto me before I fall and slowly helps me stabilize myself. Pain radiates throughout my body, blood pooled onto my hands and my grip on the knife gets slippery. Everything zooms in and the taste of blood fills my mouth. "Nothings been real since my dad died." I gripped the knife as well as I could and pulled it out, my body instantly giving out. My vision went black and my muscles relaxed I could feel my entire body go limp and hit the cold floor.
