sicker then your average | s.s.

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"Hello? Help someone- help! I need help!" Whoever's voice it is sounds absolutely terrified, a shaky tone giving away the fear they show no attempt in hiding. Wherever I am every call seems to echo from every surrounding direction. Taking a few breaths a begin to spin in a circle looking around for an exit out of this complete dark nothingness. It's hard for me to focus on anything all I can hear is the horrifying cries for help and feel a coldness all around me.

All I can tell is that whatever brought me here or- trapped me here in better terms, it isn't good.

Breathing heavier now I can feel a panic attack coming on with the lack of knowing I have in this situation. I can't see, I feel as if my eyes are open but the darkness is so overwhelming I'm beginning to question even that. Searching for a wall is impossible I've been running for who knows how long and I can't find anything in any direction.

"No!" The cry makes me cringe all over my body, a voice so familiar and so- so petrified. "No, let me GO!" Louder the voice is causing me to shake now like two party speakers plugged into my ears on full blast. All around me feels shaky while the screams are heard and my head pounds. Falling to my knees holding my head I find myself in a fetal positing coving my ears at all costs. It doesn't help what so ever, just continues to get louder and grow in strength.

As the voice get's more defensive in fear I feel an earthquake type scenario taking place, violent shaking. Like my body is being jolted back and forth with a powerful force. As if I'm stuck in a storm of waves even...

"AHHHHHH! NOOOOOO- WAKE UP!" Through the pleads of relief it hit me.-

That voice...

It's Stiles.

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"Cassidy!" Shooting into reality my eyes shoot open as I see Peter's glowing red ones burning back into mine. Jumping back from him I feel a pressure on my chest lift off as my gasps for air excel, now facing reality. Hand on my knees I hold myself up in a crouched over manner praying to get my breathing pattern back to normal. Slowly looking back up at Peter he stares at me with a look played apon his features that is almost all but to rare to read. He's looking at me as if confused on who I am... He may even be a bit concerned and that says alot having it be Peter of all people.

"You were crying running around the apartment." Lifting my hand to my eyes I can faintly feel the aftermath of previously shed tears. Looking down at my hands confusing I can't even begin to explain the confusion that I'm feeling right now. "You had you hands to your ears and were shaking as if it's -10 degrees in here." Shaking my head back and fourth a little trying to piece any of this together my phone goes off causing me to jump at the suddenness. With my screen lighting up the dimly lit room Scott's contact appears on it as I skeptically reach over to answer the call.

Nothing is said out of the normal, no one introduction. Just straight to the point.

"Stile's missing. He's in trouble."

Holy shit. Feeling my heart drop I begin coughing at the words- my dream, or more like nightmare really. Immediately I feel my uncle grab the phone from me and I can't hear what he's saying over the fact that I am heaving for breath and the room is beginning to spin. I ringing overcomes my sense of hearing as I grip my knees to my chest.

Feeling the plastic knob of the inhaler I took with me from Eichen press into my lips I immediately use all my strength to suck in. A hand is on the back of my head holding me up until the air hits my lungs and I can begin to finally breath somewhat normally again.

Sighing I lay back on the wooden hallway floor staring blankly at the ceiling that still seems to be turning a bit while I come down from my panic attack. My gasps mellow down into a normal pace before I speak up. "What's happening to me?" I ask in a desperate tone, something almost foreign to us Hale's. The sympathy in my uncle's eyes only make me more concerned as he shakes his head. "I wish I knew." He admits holding his hand out for me to grab as I get up off of the ground. Once balancing out my stance I walk over to the main living room just behind him.