Departure ↠ Argent [3]

11. Forewarnings

Panic was a feeling I hated the most. I hated that feeling of not knowing; of never knowing what was going to come. I used to have the power of knowing, which used to be a more comforting thought, but now I had nothing. I felt it a lot when it came to Allison and the rest of my friends being in danger, but this time, it was Stiles. I felt like I was drowning again.

Scott's voice on the phone kept replaying in my head on repeat; he's hurt, and he's missing. After I had hung up the phone and tried processing it all, Allison asked me what was going on, to which I told her. She got me moving then, since I was still frozen in place, and now here we were, back at Stiles' and now my home.

The first thing I noticed when I got out of the car was that his Jeep was gone. A thousand different scenarios played in my head, but I kept focusing forwards on the door as Allison walked beside me. Just feeling the slightest touch of her hand against mine kept me sane; at least, for a moment.

When we finally made it up to Stiles' room, we found that we weren't the only ones here. Lydia and Aiden were standing in front of Stiles' bed, and then Scott and Isaac were standing in the doorway before we walked in. I noticed for a brief moment that Scott eyed Allison and I, but he didn't ask any questions.

"Did you call them?" Scott asks me, looking between Lydia and I.

I was going to answer, but Lydia beat me to it. "No, he didn't call me. I heard it. I got a feeling."

Everything around me became fuzzy then, because when Lydia gets a feeling like that, someone is about to die. "Don't ask, it gets more confusing when you ask."

Lydia turns and looks back at Stiles' bed, something I didn't notice yet. "Not as confusing as this."

My eyes widen ever so slightly when I look upon his bed, seeing hundreds of red strings that were attached to the wall that led down and tied to a pair of scissors that were penetrated in Stiles' pillow. I faintly remembered him saying something about red meaning unsolved cases, but I had no idea what any of this could mean.

Lydia looks back at us. "He uses red for unsolved cases."

"Maybe he thinks he's part of an unsolved case," Aiden suggests, shaking his head.

"Or is an unsolved case," Isaac breathes, staring at it still. I lick my lips slowly, trying to find the right words to say, but couldn't find any.

Aiden looks over at me, fingers twitching for some reason. "Can't you figure out where he is? You're the one who can see the future."

"Could see the future," Allison corrects him, biting her lower lip. "Jennifer took that away from him before taking her last breath."

I noticed that Allison was angry, probably because of how many people wanted to use me just for what I could do, but Aiden made me wonder. "Maybe I can try."

Allison looks back at me, furrowing her eyebrows. "Try? Are you sure?"

"Maybe with Lydia being here it will make things different," I try and think, but it was still cloudy in my head. All I knew was that I was going to try this for Stiles.

Everyone watches me as I walk towards Stiles' bed, my eyes glued to the pair of scissors in his pillow. Something about it gave me the chills, and the closer I got, the more I wanted to get away. It was like it was pulling me in; that it was trying to tell me something, but I didn't want to know. I wanted everything to be back to normal; I wanted Stiles to be safe.

Lydia gulps behind me as I stare down at the sharp object, reaching my hand out slowly. Touching it would give me a better connection, but who knows if I'll even have a connection at all. A little sliver of hope burned inside of me; not because I thought I could see the future, but because maybe I could see the present. I could find Stiles.