born to die [teen wolf]

[chapter eight] the eyes of a stranger

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Aires pov...

The blood in my veins was ice cold, sending a bitter chill down my spine as I grinded my teeth together. The ringing in my ear was the only thing reminding me that I was alive, that I was still living.

My lungs burned for oxygen as I slipped out of the room and flew down the hallway, however, I refused to let myself breathe, I was too worried about what would come out if I did.

The cells in my brain felt like they were popping and there was a dizziness corrupting me, but I didn't dare let myself breathe. I slipped down the staircase and made a beeline for the exit. The second I was out, the wind smacked at my skin, however, I still didn't breathe.

I calmly walked the way I broke into the warehouse, followed the same path, calmly slipped through the shadows until finally I made it to the woods, and I breathed.

A vile choking sound ripped from my lips as I ripped my mask off of my face and threw it to the side. No tears burned in my eyes, no sobs ripped from my chest- I was just choking. Gurgling and gasping as if a noose was around my neck.

My legs broke into a run whilst my fingers fumbled with my phone. Please pick up, I pleaded. Please pick up, pick up.

The phone didn't even ring, instead a hauntingly flat noise echoed through my ear, making my legs give out from underneath me. On my hands and knees, I lurched forwards and threw up what little food was in my stomach. I gagged, heaving whilst I scratched at my neck, trying to rip apart my skin and let air in.

But it wasn't working.

I was choking.

Dots blurred my vision and with trembling fingers I called her, put the same dull noise echoed in my ear and for a second, it felt like I was dead already. The call didn't go through to Lana, she didn't pick up the phone.

Lana was the forgotten Hale but Gerard didn't mention her. I didn't know if she was alive or dead. He said every Hale was dead but what about Lana?

Everything was falling apart.

Get up, Aires, I commanded myself, knowing I couldn't afford to sit on the floor of the woods and heave anymore. Get the fuck up and get your shit together.

For months, I hadn't really felt anything, hadn't felt sad or any emotion at all. I didn't know what was happening to me, why I was falling apart the way I was. I wasn't crying, wasn't screaming, I was just choking, suffocating inside of my own skin and it was sickening.

Another gurgling sound tumbled past my lips as I slammed my body into the door, making it fly open and making Stiles jump out of his skin as his eyes locked onto mine.

"Ree?"

The gurgling stayed but suddenly, something ignited inside of me- rage. There was something suddenly dripping down my cheeks, and something inside of my eyes darkened.

"Ree?" Stiles blew out in a whisper whilst stepping away from me, as if he was afraid of me. "Aires? What the hell happened?"

"He killed them." I muttered, though I sounded different, I sounded menacingly cold.

Peter wasn't picking up, and he always picked up. I could feel it in my gut, the truth. He was dead, and I wanted Gerard in a grave for it.

"Who?"

"Gerard." I snarled. "He killed Peter, and he probably killed Lana."