SIGHT || Teen Wolf (Stilinski)

20||Déjà vu

Chapter 20

"Subject number 35 shows a remarkable ability to absorb..."

I tried to open my eyes as the voice spoke from beside me, but my body was numb, as if I had been sitting in a bath of frigid water.  I was barely able to process what they were saying.  Where was I?  Who were they?  What had happened to me?

"Any side effects to the treatment?" A new, older voice spoke up.

"There have been no major drawbacks.  A few hours of sleep wipes out any traces of the medications numbing effect and although she has been showing signs of hyperactivity during these hours, we are confident that, with the proper training, this activity will disappear."

"Good, and what of her family?" The older man asked, a caress running down my arm in a chilling length soon after he spoke.  I wanted to move away, to open my eyes, to get them to tell me what I wanted to know, but I couldn't do anything.

"Still under the impression she has the same mental illness as Lorraine." He laughed dryly. "We have no need to worry about her mother and father, they moved to the east coast a month back.  Her mother is very ill and, after the...events of the last visit, they made up their mind to leave for good.  The aunt still lives here, but the subject might as well be nonexistent to them.  Poor thing's got no one left."

I was panicking in my head, wondering just what that meant.  My mom was sick?  I had an aunt?  My thoughts were halted when the older man chuckled.

"Let's hope it stays that way."

I woke with a gasp.  I sat up immediately, catching my breath as if I had been holding it for a long while.  A cold sweat had washed over my body and I moved the covers aside, revealing my pink frilly nightgown.  It was too dark to see, but knowing that I wasn't frozen on some table allowed my breathing to steady and my mind to ease.

I stumbled out of bed, disoriented from both the medication and having just woken up, and moved around the dark room to the closed door.  It creaked slightly as I opened it and then moved down the hall where I silently entered the room next to mine.

I moved to the left side of the bed and went to wake the sleeping Lydia, but hesitated.  She looked so peaceful, as if there was nothing wrong with the world, with this place—Beacon Hills.  She rolled over and faced me, her eyes fluttering before finally opening.  She stared at me for a prolonged second before the sleep wore off and she sat up.

"Phoebe?" She whispered, but I just stood there, not knowing what to say. "Are you sleepwalking?" My feet moved on their own as I stepped forward and wrapped my arms around her, collapsing onto the edge of the mattress as I let all the tension leave my body.

"Phoebe?  Phoebe, what's wrong?"

Drawing back, I stared into her eyes, my own tearing up as time went on.  She moved over without question, allowing me to climb under the covers and take her previous spot.  I composed my emotions, knowing fully that she would want an explanation.  She held onto the hand that lay between our heads, squeezing it in reassurance.

"I had a dream." I said as I met her eyes in the dark. "I wasn't able to see anything, but I could hear everything.  All the things they said..."

This seemed to peak her interest. "Who?"

"I don't know." I shook my head as the tears came back. "Two men, an older and a younger one I think.  I couldn't see or move and they kept talking, saying the most horrible things.  I was so scared."