You felt like screaming. Literally. You heard them all, dying. Screams filled your head and you felt like you couldn't hold your scream in anymore.
So you screamed and you felt like you never screamed louder. When Valack put down the mask, only half of his face was still there. Only seconds later the door through open and you saw Stiles running towards you.
You couldn't believe it. "You came back." you whispered. "We're getting you out of here, okay?" Stiles said. But you panicked. You didn't want Stiles or any of your friends getting hurt because of you.
"No, you can't, it's too dangerous!" you said, ready to beg Stiles to leave you there again. But Stiles just shook his head, putting his hands on the sides of your head. "Y/N, please shut up and let me save your life." he said.
And then, you gave in. Stiles wanted to save you so badly. You started smiling, while nodding slowly. He helped you stand up and hurried down the hallways, with you walking as fast as you could by his side.
"Okay, you gotta try and stay on your feet. The plan didn't work out to well so we need your help, okay?" he said while carrying you.
"You had a plan?" you managed to get out.
"Yeah. It was good on paper, not so much in reality."
"Oh." you squealed out due to the intense pain.
But the screams you heard began to get louder again. You knew it would hurt Stiles, you knew it could kill him. So you stopped, you couldn't hold it in anymore. "I can't hold it!" you said.
"Stiles, run!" you shouted. And right before you started screaming, Parrish pushed Stiles out of the way, hugging your body so your scream died down.
Parrish carried you out of Eichen house. As you were ready to get into Stiles' jeep, Tracy appeared. She wanted to take you with her, but gladly your mum finally realised that this place and the people in there were closer to hell than anything else.
Scott drove the jeep while you and Stiles sat in the backseat. Halfway to the animal clinic, you felt like you had to scream once again. You actually wanted to cry. You knew how dangerous your screams could be for your friends. But you couldn't hold it in, and you felt so weak.
So you let out another one of your deafening screams. Once Scott and Stiles seemed to be okay again, Scott drove faster and Stiles turned towards you again. His arm was wrapped around your body, holding you close to him.
"You're going to be okay." he whispered and you didn't know if he wanted to assure you or himself. "But you're not," you answered, once you saw blood dripping out of his year. You touched his cheek softly and he looked at you; frightened, but even more worried about you.
As you arrived at the animal clinic and Scott and Stiles helped you to get in and to lie you down on a table, trying to hold you down while you tried not to scream. The screams in your head were so loud, you thought you might lose your mind.
You couldn't bear it anymore. Suddenly Deaton put something into the hole in your head and that's when you couldn't hold it in anymore. You screamed so loud, even the windows began breaking. And then, you passed out.
***
You didn't know how long you were passed out, but you woke up seeing Stiles face. "C'mon, Y/N, wake up." he begged when you opened your eyes. He seemed to be relieved when he saw your eyes again.
"You're okay." he said, maybe not really believing it himself. You nodded, smiling. Stiles took your shaking hand into his and you squeezed it tightly. You were so happy to be able to see him again.
Because, right then, you realized you were utterly in love with him. "You wanna sit up?" he asked and you nodded once again. He helped you sitting up, never letting go of your hand.
Once you managed to sit, you looked at him again. You looked him straight in the eyes, before pulling at his hand. You were to weak to pull his whole body towards you, so you hoped he would get the hint.
And he did. He slowly leaned in, until your lips brushed soflty. It was just a short and soft kiss.
Once you pulled apart, you saw your mother coming into the room. She hugged you tightly and you looked at Stiles. "They saved my life, Mom." you said.
"Stiles saved me." you said, smiling.
