Monster » (Stiles Stilinski)[Book 3]

Barley Breathing.

I felt my entire body slowly shutting down. It was like I was waiting to die, waiting for the moment when I would close my eyes and just never open them again. For the first time in my life, I had never wanted anything more than death. Because right now, what I was feeling in this moment, was way worse than what I thought I would ever feel. 

It was my fault that Derek was gone. If I had just managed to hold onto his arm a little tighter, a little longer so Isaac or Scott could pull us up... maybe, just maybe...He would still be here. 

Right now though, instead of doing something that could actually matter like getting back at the Alpha pack, we're all sitting on a bus towards a cross country meet that was completely fucking useless. It literally made no sense why we were here, we had better more important things to worry about. But no, here we were sitting on a bus that was going like three miles per hour due to the fact that there was traffic and a storm warning. 

This would have been cause enough for any normal sane person to stop the trip but unfortunately Finstock thought it was no excuse to miss the track meet. I brought my hands to my head, rubbing it in an attempt to try and block out the pain and annoying high pitch sound escaping from the whistle that Coack Finstock kept blowing every other second. 

Right now, I was sitting besides a painfully looking Scott while Stiles sat in front of us, turned around in his seat where he was going on and on about how this was a horrible idea that we were on a bus going to a cross country meet with one of the Alpha's responsible for killing Derek. 

I slowly moved my head to look over at Scott, who's face just showed that he was in enormous amounts of pain. "You okay there buddy..?" I whispered softly while feeling the pain in my own side grown stronger by the second. Scott just nodded his head while Stiles and I exchanged a look. Scott's wounds had healed already but he still looked like he was beating himself up over Derek. Sure it was something to be upset about but it wasn't his fault. Nothing that happened was his fault.. 

"Hey, you don't look so good..." I breathed out while trying my best to not show that I was in enormous amounts of pain myself. 

"You're one to talk.." Scott laughed slightly before I looked at him confused and when I saw the look on Stiles face, that's when I knew something was wrong. I looked at him confused before Stiles added, "Your arm..." 

I looked down slowly at my arm before seeing that I was bleeding through my long sleeve sweater. I gasped slightly before slowly rolling up my sleeve and seeing that the wound I got from where Derek scratched my arm. It was still bleeding but now it was sort of bleeding black blood. I closed my eyes before slowly rolling it back down, trying my best to not concentrate on the wound that was on my arm. I started taking deep breaths while trying to keep my heart rate at a good place.