SIGHT || Teen Wolf (Stilinski)

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Chapter 12

To say I was a wreck would be the biggest understatement of my life.  I ran straight to my room as soon as I got home, throwing my bag at the wall and knocking everything off my desk in anger.  I had walked the whole way, no thanks to my jerk-off of a best friend.  I told myself I wouldn't have rode with him anyway, that I hadn't walked out to the school parking lot and hoped to see his Jeep still there.  But when it wasn't, when I stood there and found myself completely alone, any of the strength that was left in me vanished. 

I had walked home alone.

I tore my bracelets off my wrists and struggled out of my jacket as I sobbed as loud as I wanted to, my eyes blurry and my face hot.  I cried even louder as I struggled to get my boots off, the anger, and sadness, and frustration within me trickling slowly towards a ticking time bomb inside of me.  I grunted as I got the second shoe off and stumbled backwards, falling to the ground.  I quieted my sobbing then, my mind going blank of everything around me until I finally burst.

I screamed.

It was long, and loud, and filled with raw pain and anger.  It tore through my throat as I bent forward, leaning my head on the ground and clutching bunches of my hair in my hands as I slammed my eyes shut and let it all out.  I couldn't hold any of it in anymore.  I had been trying so hard without even realizing it and now I couldn't stop it from tearing through me.

When I couldn't scream any more, I was left curled up and freaked out to the extreme.  Did I just have a mental breakdown?  What's wrong with me?  I snapped my eyes open and blinked rapidly, trying to come back to my senses.  I tugged my hands from my hair and lifted my head from the ground and sighing as I realized no one had come up to see what was going on.  No one is home because everyone's out looking for Lydia while you're having an episode.  I sighed and shook my head, gathering my breath before standing up on shaky legs.

I walked into my bathroom, staring at my shaking hands as I stood in front of the mirror.  I clenched my fists and bit down on my lip.  Looking up into the mirror, I stared at my tearstained face, my smudged makeup and messy hair.  My breathing got heavier the closer I looked at myself, hate filling my entire being.  I had no right to be like this.  Not when my sister was out in the woods naked, and terrified, and possibly changing into a man eating monster.  I gripped the counter tightly as my vision flashed and a pulsing black haze surrounded me, sinking closer into my being with each pant of my breath.  I didn't know what it meant and I didn't care as I snapped around and slammed my fist into the wall again and again.  It finally broke skin, my knuckles beginning to bleed and I leaned my head against the cool surface and shut my eyes.

I snapped out of it and ran to my closet quicker than I thought possible.  I wiped away my smudged makeup and bloodied fist with my shirt before picking out a random pair of hiking boots and a thick sweater that I hastily put on.  I grabbed my phone last minute and put it in my back pocket.  As I ran down the hall, I decided to deal with my hair by putting it in a pony tail.  I finally made it to the front door and yanked it open hastily, ready to run out and start looking for Lydia, only to stop short when I came face to face with her.  And the Sheriff.  And Stiles.   

I gasped and stared at them in shock. "Phoebe?" Was the first thing I heard and I snapped my head to the speaker.  I moved forward, quickly engulfing her in a strong hug, tears coming to my eyes but none falling.

"L―Lydia?" I asked, my voice cracking. "Oh my God, Lydia." I pushed her back by the shoulders and looked her over for any injuries, only coming up with messy hair and dirt all over her body.  I tightened the Sheriff's jacket around her shoulders before moving away and engulfing the Sheriff in a hug. "Thank you.  Thank you so much for finding her.  Thank you."