Still ▸ Teen Wolf [Book Two]

fifty eight ; a reunited play

SONGS OF THE CHAPTER: Misery by The Maine and I Gave You All by Mumford and Sons. (Also, I pretty much obliterated my heart in the beginning of this chapter. I'm convinced I don't have a soul left inside of me after what I did to myself.)

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FIFTY EIGHT;

A REUNITED PLAY

Sage had not moved from her bed. It had reached the point where the walls to her large room were starting to grow smaller, building a cage around her that she couldn't help but appreciate. The closure was comforting, in some type of way that she wasn't sure she could properly explain to someone that had never felt the same containment. They were there, consistent even when the small amount of light shined through her window and slowly died out again twelve hours later. The headphones that she had attached to her ears were the only comfort she had to drown out her thoughts, unaware of how long she had repeated a single song before she knew all the lyrics and burning drum beats that were firing out in her ears on full volume. She didn't know how long she had just sat there, her legs crossed and back against her headboard as she stared at the pale wall directly in front of her, aligned with dozens of pictures that she had taken ever since she came to Beacon Hills last year.

A constant repetition had fled through the barriers of her mind without caution: Stiles was missing again. He was missing, and she could not continue struggling with the same consistent hell of shoving everything away until she found him again. The first time they found Stiles, the Nogitsune had successfully killed two people and sent Isaac into the hospital. The second time, the Nogitsune had planted an arrow directly into the chest of Coach Finstock, as well as placing a bomb in the Sheriff's station and managing to kill over seven deputies. She could not bother to acknowledge that, the same night, the Nogitsune had twisted an Oni's sword into Stiles' best friend and closed the airways of his ex-girlfriend. A disappearance of Stiles and the re-occurrence of the Nogitsune would not come without a cost. Sage's biggest fear was what that cost would do to her and her friends.

It had been a day, or that was as far as she could tell. She might have been sitting in her bedroom for an entire week and not even notice. She knew that she had to eventually move, whether it be to pick up Derek from the Sheriff's station or to just eat. However, no matter how much motivation she might have assumed having, none of it worked enough for her to actually move her limbs. After Sheriff Stilinski had come to Eichen House, speaking in harsh words to Brunski and Morrell about the lack of authority they had by not contacting him, he had successfully gotten Sage out of the institution a day and a half early. Not that it would have made a difference at that point, the teenage girl having honestly questioned from the moment she woke up with Malia pulling restraints off of her that Eichen House might have been the best place for her.

Waking up in the basement had been the hardest part. It wasn't the intolerable fear that immediately struck within her chest the moment she could not move her arms, or the aching feeling in her head that had her believing someone had ran over her, but the way she noticed that there were only three bodies left in the dark room. The one thing that she had persistently tried to stop had happened, and the easy tears in the restraints across from her in that basement supplied them with the minimal amount of answers they were searching for. Stiles was gone; and, he wasn't just gone from her life or gone from Eichen House. His ability to think, his ability to justify the Nogitsune's actions, his capability to stop any of the monstrosities that the Nogitsune was planning, all of that had been taken away along with his will to fight. Sage, suddenly crippled with deprivation of her words, had been the only one there to tell Sheriff Stilinski what happened to his son. She did not know who walked out of the doors that day hurting more.