Something's changing | Stiles Stilinski

~ dead but alike~

Hospitals were never something that Y/n hated. She always thought of it as a place where you helped people, but as she sat there in the hallway waiting impatiently for Stiles results. Y/n felt sick to her stomach. She couldn't understand why this would happen to him. To the person she cared the most about.

Y/n glanced up towards Scott watching him as he paced around anxiously. She was starting to get frustrated at the sound of his footsteps but Y/n
couldn't say anything. She could feel his anxiety.

Y/n glanced down at her phone for the millionth time. She kept checking the time, watching it as it slowly passed but Y/n was also waiting a text. From Derek or even Deaton. Y/n was starting to get annoyed with how neither of them were answering.

Shoving her phone back into her pocket, Y/n couldn't sit there waiting anymore. She needed to distract herself. Standing up from her sit, Scott looked up at her raising his eyebrows.

" I'm gonna get some water. Do you want anything?"
She asked him.

Scott glanced down at her fingers, even with the dark color that was covering her skin he could see how much she had peeled her skin.

Looking back up to meet her eyes, Scott shook his head allowing her to walk away. Y/n wasn't sure where she was heading. She just let her feet lead the way hoping that a vending machine would be somewhere near her.

Y/n kept glancing at the people around her as she passed them. She could see the way some of them were smiling with their close ones while some others cried. Y/n knew what it felt like to lose someone close to her but she had never experienced death.
I mean both her parents had left her at a young age,
but Y/n wasn't ready to witness her best friend dying.

Feeling a sudden cold feeling down her back, Y/n shivered stopping in the middle of the hallway. She immediately recognized the feeling. Glancing behind her, Y/n's eyes landed on the dark figure that stood a few feet away from her while she stared directly into her eyes. That figure belonged to Morana.

Turning to face her, Y/n watched Morana stare into her eyes before turning her back away from her. She stared at her figure stand there in the middle of the hallway before she started walking away.

Y/n furrowed her eyebrows confused not knowing what to do but something inside her told her to follow. So she did. Letting her feet move, Y/n kept her eyes on the back of her head, following her while also keeping a distance between them.

Seeing her stop in front of a room, Y/n watched her as she pushed the door open before stepping inside.
Y/n took a few steps forward stopping in front of the room where she had disappeared into. She glanced around taking notice of her surroundings before she placed her hand in the door pushing it open and stepping in.

The lights flickered above her, almost like it was there to scare her. Y/n held her breath, taking small steps forwards. Her feet quiet like a cat as she approached the figure that stood in front of her.

Ever since her first encounter with a dead person,
Y/n always ran away from from the spirits that were reaching out to her. Not only because she was afraid but also because her mother taught her to. Now here she was, going against her mother's words for the first time because in reality she was afraid of what might happened if she walked away once again.

Y/n knew that Morana could feel her nervousness. She was too afraid to speak up. Y/n kept her eyes anyway, afraid that if she looked away she might leave her again.

" You're afraid of me..." Her voice was deep but tender at the same time. The tone of her voice was almost indicating that she was offended at her for feeling that way.