"Mommy look!" I proudly shined at my drawing.
"It's beautiful. Just like you my prince." She replied.
She picked it up fondly, a huge smile spreading across her face. The smile dimmed, as a worried and confused one replaced it. She started coughing and hacking, blood came out. Alot of it, with every cough it splattered around.
"Mommy! Daddy! Help!!" I screamed.
I woke up suddenly, crying. The memories. They creep into my brain when i try to sleep away all of this werewolf madness. The time awake its like being in a horror house and when i sleep it is same. I check the alarm clock, 3:34. I have 3 more hours until i have to get ready. Might as well try to sleep again. I close my eyes once more.
"Stiles, mommy is very sick. She might not look the same because her hair is going to be gone. It will help her get better. dont say anything about it, it can hurt her feelings if you do."
"Ok daddy. I will be extra nice to mommy."
The room smells sterile. The lights are really bright, there is mommy. Bald, with needles poking in her everywhere.
"Hi my prince" she smiles weakly.
I wake again. Determined not to cry this time. This was 11 years ago. Its just a memory. Ill be ok. The clock reads 4:07.
"Not going to sleep again now.." I mumble to my self.
I decide to do what i normally do when i cant sleep, go for a drive somewhere. Its still dark out, and the air is brisk. I grab the keys to my beloved jeep and walk out the door. My dad worries about me, I havent actually slept a full night in months. My dark bags under my eyes can prove it. I am lost in thought when all of the sudden a dog bursts into the street, with my terrible luck i magage to severely hurt him.
"Ohmygodohmygod!" I cry out loud as i pick him up and put him in my jeep. He looked alright but a little shaken up. I am still panicking though!!! Who to call?!?! I check my pockets in search of my cell. Shit. Its home, on the charger. Great. I need to take him somewhere!! I cant take him to the vets they open at 9. Scott is really sick. Allison, well. She scares me. Isaac! Only problem is, he lives with Derek. He is my only chance of making sure this guy is alright. I speed off to Derek and Isaac's.
I burst through the doors with the whimpering animal in my arms.
"Derek! Isaac! I know you're here!" I yell into the burnt house. The smell of ash covered me, how did someone with super smelling stand this? Its like moms perfume i have...
"I hit a dog. Hes hurt a little help please?" I called less bold.
Isaac's sad face immediately was at the top of the stairs.
"is it ok? Can it walk?" Isaac asked worried.
"Cant walk straight. Can you help me somehow? Please." I begged.
"I cant.. derek can.." he added nervously.
He motioned for me to follow him up the stairs. I was terrified, but tried to hide it. I was scared for the dog, and for me. Derek Hale could easily kill me before i could even beg for mercy. We rounded a the corner to see an unscathed room. Derek was sitting on his bed, he looked mad for disturbing his sleep.
"Please help me." I asked pouting. "Well the dog, i hit him and i wasnt-"
"Why were you out this early?" he asked suspiciously.
"Uhm.." I couldnt tell him about my night mares. He'd laugh at me for being so stupid.
He looked me in the eyes and asked again. I decided to only bend the truth.
"Couldnt sleep."
He accepted my answer. He approached the dog in my arms, and gave me a reassuring look. It had something else too, like he cared. Ya Stiles. This super hot guy likes you. suuurree. Wait woah. Super hot? where'd that come from?
He layed the dog on his bed adn put his hand on him. His veins started to turn black. The pup looked so much better.
"What did he just do?" I mouthed to isaac.
"Took away his pain" Isaac replied silently.
Who knew that Derek Hale could have a soft streak?
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