Hey guys :) I am really sorry that I haven't updated in like forever but pleease don't kill me xD
I'm trying with this whole writing thing and it's not really my thing but I like it and I'll try doing it some more :P
**There's more notes in the end :3**
Pain shot through your body as you tried to move. What the hell was happening to you? It felt like your entire body was on fire as you squirmed and wiggled around. Suddenly a dark shadowy figure appeared in front of you and started holding you down. You panicked and tried your best to get out of his grip but to no avail.
"Don't!" You heard a voice say. "Don't move or it'll get worse."
"What's happening?" You managed to croake out.
"Just don't move!"
You tried your best to keep still but despite your struggles your body decided against it. The pain was coming in short spasms that shook your entire body causing the grip of the man's hands on your body to tighten. His fingers dug into your shoulders as he shifted so that he was now towering over you.
"Listen to me! Focus on my voice." The man now sounded desperate as his attempts to keep you still have failed.
"Listen. You're gonna be fine. You're going to make it ok?" Those were the last words you heard since you were already falling into unconsciousness.
~~~time skipp~~~
A scream, your scream, as the animal flew towards you once more.
Suddenly everything went white as your eyes flashed open but the scream didn't stop. Your mouth was open and you were screaming. You clapped your hands over your mouth, your head spinning and your body shaking.
As your eyes adjusted to the room you were in you were confused. It wasn't the edge of the forest, it was a bright, white room, very familiar but you just couldn't place it.
Just as the ear piercing sound of your scream ended three men came running through the steel doors. As your gaze focused on them you realised that two of them were around your age, while the third man you recognised in seconds.
It was Dr. Deaton the vet that examined your dog when you were little and you instantly recognised your current position, although you had no idea why you were here - in this room and not in the hospital.
You tried to speak but words refused to leave your mouth. Your throat raw and sore seemed to keep all your thoughts at bay, while letting through only tiny, pathetic squeaks of pain.
The men were instantly at your side trying to talk to you but it seemed that your brain was refusing to understand the words being spoken. You started to panic as you realised your vision was becoming more and more blurry with each moment that passed. You soon drifted out of consciousness.
~~~time skipp (againnnn)~~~
The second time was easier. It hurt less and now you could actually move your body.
As you managed to get yourself into a sitting position you quickly glanced around. Not much has changed since the last time you've been here.
Whilst looking around the room, you realised that you weren't alone. A boy was seated in a chair not far away from the table you were now sitting on. You looked at him and realised that he was asleep.
You carefully, as not to wake him, made your way off the table and slowly out the front door. Just as you were about to walk away a voice rang out startling you.
"Where do you think you're going?"
You swiftly turned to the voice and wasn't surprised when you saw the boy from earlier standing behind you. You cocked your head to the side as if to say 'Why do you care?'. And as you were looking at him you realised that this was the first time that you actually really looked at him. At his lovely grey eyes and adorably spiky brown hair that you instantly wanted to shove your hands in and mess it up and.. 'NO! What's wrong with me? Stop thinking like that. I mean he's probably got a girlfriend or something... And even if he doesn't I'm probably not his type anyways...'
You forced your mouth to move and slowly asked "Who are you? What happened to me?".
The boy sighed and averted his sight for a second and when he looked back at you he looked like he was having trouble at forming words. In the end all that came out of his mouth was a quiet "I'm Stiles..".
You sigh quietly and run your hand through your hair. "You didn't tell me what happened though."
He looks nervous.
"You were attacked. You were attacked by a werewolf."
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Wow O.o well this was interesting..
I decided to give writing another shot because I've pretty much given up on it so this is me trying to come up with something readable xD
If I try to continue doing this just beware that updating the book will be hella slow sorry :P
One last thing!! This thing has almost reached 200 views!!! Woo so happy :3
