teen wolf imagines

Hayden| Liam | Part 2

 I slowly opened my eyes, seeing a darkly lit room, candles the only thing visible. 

I knew better then to call out, after all waking up in a creepy room is never the best sign. 

I tried to move my hands but soon felt the sharp pain of the rope going into my wrist. 

I searched my surrounding, hoping to find a weapon or glass of some sort. 

To my luck I did find a piece of glass but it was currently laying across the room, blood drenched over the fragile thing. 

I began trying to move my feet towards the glass hoping I would make at least a slight movement towards it. 

A few minutes had gone past and I had given up but knew better to just sit around and wait for the creature so after moments of thinking I finally came to the conclusion. 

The rope was to tight around my wrist and my circulation could give out any possible second so I did it. 

I broke my thumb. 

I heard a crack and expected to feel a huge amount of pain but felt none. 

Confusingly, I slid my hands from the rope, holding my thumb to conceal the blood. 

I ripped a piece of my T-Shirt, a portion of my stomach now exposed. 

I quickly wrapped that around my broken finger and moved closer towards the shiny glass. 

As I picked up the glass my stomach made a low rumble reminding me I had no clue how long I was here for. 

I checked my reflection, seeing my hair sticking out in different angles, a bird's nest my mother would say. 

A cut on my cheek and upper eyebrow, dried blood surrounding my lips and very visible bags under my eyes. 

I slipped the glass in my pocket, looking around the room. 

Only two things laid in this room, the chair I was in and a big steel door. 

 I slowly moved my hand to my hair searching for any bobby pins. 

To my luck I found one, approaching the door I stopped, a fingers reach from it. 

On the other side of the door where footsteps, approaching. 

I quickly hid on the opposite side of the door, bringing the glass to my face. 

As the door opened, I quickly swung a punch at the opponent, them quickly grabbing my hand. 

"LET ME GO!" I shouted bringing the glass to the person's neck. 

"Y/n?" A familiar voice said stopping me. 

"Lydia? How the hell did you get here?" I asked her as she walked in the door. 

"Are you okay!" She practically screamed. 

"I mean other than getting tied up, kidnapped and some weirdo biting my wrist, I'm fine!" I said letting out a dry sarcastic laugh. 

"Wait, you where bit?" Scott screamed!

"Um yeah." I said, covering my ears from the large amount of noise he was making. 

"Okay, this isn't good. Let's go see Deaton." Stiles said grabbing a hold of my hand. 

"Why are we going to a vet?" I asked, utterly confused. 

"Y/n just shush for 2 minute's please!" Lydia said, clearly stressing.