A Hunter's Game ⚓ Stiles Stilinski

|2.| Are You Okay?

My vision is blurry, I can't see very well. It's probably from my lack of glasses, as well as the tears that continue to flood my vision. My left hand is gripping the steering wheel tightly, the windshield wipers swaying quickly to combat the harsh rain.

I use my right hand that has my cell phone in it to wipe away my tears. It rang endlessly, making me choke out a few sobs. "Please pick up, I really need you." I pleaded the phone.

I was so extremely dizzy, I felt as if the world was spinning. My whole body shook terribly, and I readjusted my hand on the wheel. "Hello?" A voice softly rang out from the phone and I let out a soft cry.

"Ally?" I was sobbing into the phone as I drove down a long, empty road. The trees that were towered on either side seemed tall and dense; like I was surrounded by the unknown.

"Stella, what's wrong? Are you okay?" Allison was panicking on the phone, and I couldn't blame her. I was panicking too.

"No, no, I'm not okay, I'm far from it. I can't breathe, I can't stop shaking, why does this have to happen to me I-"

"Stella! Please, tell me what's going on?"

I sniffled and tried to breathe.

"...I really loved him, you of all people know that. I loved him with everything I had..." My voice wavered consistently. I was struggling to talk through the ugly tears and panicked breaths that kept escaping my mouth

"... and he went and ruined everything by sleeping with this girl he apparently 'grew up with'," I breathed, trying to calm myself down. For a swift second I lifted my hand from the steering wheel to wipe my blurred eyes. Allison was silent on the phone as she listened to me break down. "he said that they went to talk to each other and things just 'happened'." I scoffed and sniffled again. Allison was still silent as she pondered over my words.

"...has he ever mentioned her before?"

"No! No! Of course not, it's just Garrett spewing bullshit as he always does." The volume of my voice lowered as I progressed through the sentence. I was pained, trying to follow the lines on the road that were dark since the headlights couldn't cut through the dense rain.

Garrett and I had been dating for around two years. He was the first boyfriend I ever had, the first person that wasn't family that I truly loved. I put a lot into the relationship, and now it felt like it all fell to waste.

"I'm so sorry, I love you so much. If I ever see the little jerk I'm going to-"

I was suddenly launched forward, the sudden stop of the car throwing me out the windshield. I didn't wear my seatbelt. The car toppled several times, somehow spinning right by me and missing me.

I'd be crushed if it didn't.

I felt paralyzed, stuck in place. I could only watch as the clouds parted, showing the vivid and gigantic full moon in the sky.

Was this shock? I couldn't tell. I don't think I'm processing everything, but for some reason everything seems hazy and slow. I can't really... feel anything, either.

My vision is struck by a face I couldn't quite make out. His eyes were a haunting, even glowing, bright blue. My eyes struggled to adjust to how they practically illuminated the space around us.

I didn't understand.

I watched as he griped my arm tightly and pulled it; sinking his teeth into my flesh, and because of that a wave of pain shot through my entire body, making me jolt and scream out. There was an odd sense of familiarity to him as he continued to sit and watch me worriedly. I heard numbers dialing, a slight murmur, and the sound of a phone call hanging up.

And then I felt it.

-_--_--_--_--_-

I lurched up in bed with tears obscuring my vision with Allison's hands tightly gripping my arm. It was dark in the room, but I could still see very vividly besides the fact that I had tears in my eyes. My chest heaved and my eyes clenched shut forcefully, thinking of the event that occurred awhile back that turned me into the monster I was. It haunted me a lot. I'd have nightmares every once and awhile, or maybe something small like the color blue would simply trigger it, making me relive the moment. Driving already makes me super anxious, and I haven't taken ahold of a wheel since that night.

Allison worriedly called out to me as I pulled my arm away and got up, walking towards my desk and leaning my hands on it. I was embarrassed that she caught me in that moment of vulnerability, and also worried that she'd see something she wasn't supposed to.

"... Are you okay?"

No. I wanted to say no so badly. I wanted to tell her that I've been having anxiety attacks almost daily. I wanted to tell her that the accident haunts me and follows me wherever I go. Sometimes, I even feel like I see the glowing blue eyes out of the corner of my vision wherever I go. I want to tell her that I've been keeping such a big secret away from the family for such a long time. To tell her that I had become exactly what our family hunted.

I became a part of the supernatural.