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𝐑𝐈𝐃𝐃𝐋𝐄𝐃
so much pain for someone so young

𝐑𝐈𝐃𝐃𝐋𝐄𝐃so much pain for someone so young

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HOPE WAS AWOKEN by a loud ringing noise. She jerked upwards and frowned at the darkness of her room before grabbing her phone off of her bedside table.

​ She let her one of her hands sweep over her face as she grabbed ahold of her buzzing phone, sliding her thumb across the screen before propping up her back against the wall. "Hello?"

The only sound she received was someone's nervous and heaving breathing on the other end.

Dread filled her tiny body as she pulled her phone away from her ear to see the caller ID. It was Stiles. Sitting up straighter, she became panicked at the sound of his wavering breath. "Stiles? Stiles, are you there?" A lump formed in her throat as he didn't answer for the longest time.

"Hope?" A quiet voice asked, cracking.

Everyone was on the edge of their seats, worried and confused.

"Hey, I'm here," Hope rushed out, frantically pushing the blankets off her legs before allowing her feet to dangle off the side of the bed. "Are you okay? Can you hear me?"

​"Hope, I don't — I don't know where I am," Stiles began, his voice had been so low and quiet that Hope was having trouble hearing what he was saying. "I don't know how I got here. I think I was sleepwalking."

A wave of pure panic coursed through the auburn haired tribrid, enough that she felt like throwing up. Just the idea of anything remotely bad happening to him had her jumping out of her bed, throwing on jeans and some shoes. "Can you see anything? Just tell me what you see, Stiles."

"What the hell, is this a horror movie all of a sudden?" Caroline frowning, clutching a pillow to her chest.

"Ah," Stiles pondered for a moment before he continued, "It's dark - it's hard to see. I think there's something wrong with my—"​

The call suddenly dropped and she had been left with a black screen as she ran from her room and into Scott's. She redialed his number as she slapped Scott on the back harshly, waking him up.

"What's going on? Are you okay, Hope?" He asked, his voice thick in both confusion and tiredness.

Multiple people cooed over the fact that Scott's first worry was that something happened to his sister.

But, once he saw her panicked state, he sat up quickly. "What happened?!"

"It's Stiles," was all she needed to say before he stood up, tripping on a shirt and some shoes. "Somethings wrong."

Just as she ended the failed called, her phone began to buzz in the palm of her hand. She quickly accepted the call, placing the device against her ear, knowing Scott will listen in. "Stiles?!"

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