This May Hurt (Teen Wolf)

Chapter 15

It's dark where I am. Wherever I am. and it's cold. Colder than that ice bath. Too cold. I look around and see nothing but black around me. I'm completely alone. More alone than I can even imagine anyone being. All by myself.

Maybe it's better this way. If I stay here instead of endangering so many people. Maybe if I stay here, everything will be alright and everyone can go on with thier lives. no one really needs me out there if all I'm going to do is hurt people. Maybe this is just where I belong. Away from everyone and everything. By myself. I'm best this way. In oblivion.

Suddenly, I see a bright light at the end of the seemingly never ending darkness. My instinct tells me to follow it, so I do. As I walk closer, the light continues to get blindingly bright. I squint my eyes in attempt to see where this light is coming from.

There's a face, a glowing bright face but I can't make out who it could possibly be. The face speaks, "You need to come back."

I know that voice. I could recognize that voice from anywhere Stiles. I turn a little more and see the outline of his body, but I still can't fully see him with my eyes burning from the intensity of his glow.

"Why? Why do I need to come back? People are going to die becuase of me. Innocent people who have done no wrong."

"They do need you. You don't understand yet, but they do need you. And-", he hesitates before he continues. "I need you."

I am completely awe struck by his words. Does he meen it?

"You- you need me?", I ask him.

He says nothing but stretches out his hand towards me. I waste no time in taking it, feeling his strong hand wrap around mine.

"I need you.", he states and without another, he pulls me into the massive light behind him until it completely engulfs me.

I gasp for air. Reality hits me like boulder on my big toe. I'm alive. I'm alive. Freezing, but alive. I feel a towel placed around me. I look up to see Stiles. He helps me up and wraps me around me further. I'm violently shaking and can't even seem to stand straight.

"Here, I'll help you-", Stiles starts.

"No don't worry I'll do it.", I hear Isaac say and soon I'm lifted out of the tub and cradled into Isaac's arms. He smiles warmly down at me. I would return it if I could stops teeth from chattering.

"You can put her down now.", Stiles says.

Isaac glares at him, but puts me down.

"Here.", Stiles says as he hands me a shirt.

As I open it up, I see that it's a jersey with a big number 24 and the words "Stilinski" on it.

"You play a sport?", I ask him the best my frozen blue lips will allow me.

"Ya. I play Lacrosse.", he answers.

Could he be anymore perfect? He even plays my favorite sport.

"Oh.", is all I respond with with a small smile.

Without thinking, I drop my towel, exposing my almost naked body.

I hears 2 gasps and when I look up I see both Isaac and Stiles eyeing me. I quickly throw on the jersey and stare at the ground.

"Sorry." I quietly say.

"N-n-no. It was-um-it's fine.", Stiles stutters. It's actually adorable, even for him.

As I continue looking down, I notice how this jersey looks like a dress on me. Well that's what I get for being so tiny; those short people problems. But it does look cute. If he was my boyfriend, this would have been even better. Ugh Vanessa stop! He's not your boyfriend, he'll never be your boyfriend. Get over yourself.

"Well, now that you are up and running, why don't we get started.", Deaton says, knocking my out of my always seemingly stupid thoughts.