The Shattered Me. [ scrapped. ]

Chapter Twelve

A/N: I FEEL LIKE AN IDIOT OML! I LEFT STILES OUT, COMPLETELY FORGOT ABOUT HIM! HOW COULD I DO THAT?! LOL!  And by the way, the werewolf eye's glowing is the irises not the pupils. Sorry! ;)

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Squeezing through the crowd of dancing people with glowing paint ( let's call it that ) on them, I found myself standing in front of a male and female. They were making out but they stopped, their gaze flicking up to me. The male seemed familiar; I'd seen Scott talking to him a lot. My face had pure confusion as I felt myself get shoved from behind. I hit the wall face first, a loud cracking sound moving into my ears. I was disoriented for a moment as my hand quickly moved to my nose. Broken, but healing. As my vision went into focus, all I saw was the male and female standing in front of me, looking worried. "Are you okay?" , the male asked me. I blinked several times before nodding slowly. "I'm Stiles. This is Caitlin." Stiles gestured to himself and Caitlin and I nodded once more. "You sure you okay?" , he asked me again. I replied almost instantly, "Yeah." Stiles smiled and then walked over to the place where he and Caitlin were previously seated, continuing their make-out session.

                                                          ( 9:32 PM, Derek's loft, Black Light Party )

Long lines of red, blue, and white paint streaked across my face. My face was literally a human version of the American Flag. I looked around slowly. Does this crowd ever stop dancing? A thought swirled around the core of my mind as I sniffed the air slowly. "Scott, I know you're there." , I said as I turned around. Stumbling back, I let out a gasp quickly. He wasn't there! I swear I could smell him right behind me. Then in the distance, I saw this swirling black mist. It was the Hoods back to come get me. I started moving through the crowd, calling out for my friends. "Scott! Lydia! Allison!" , I shouted, but the blaring music was even loudr than my voice. I could feel the Hoods getting closer so I found a door and closed myself off into it, twisting the locks. I started to breath slowly, moving into the center of the room. I felt safe for about half a second before that familiar swirling sound pierced the air. I turned around slowly, the hairs on me starting to raise up slowly. In horror, I saw the Hood's face inches from mine. Other Hoods were surrounding me, almost like they were making sure I didn't try to escape. I started to cry slowly, moving back slowly.  I didn't want to die. "Sc-" , I almost said his name but the words didn't come out. It was like my voice wasn't responding. Then I saw it. The main Hood's yellow glowing irises boring into my own eyes. It walked closer and I tried to move, but couldn't bring myself to. I felt it's hand move behind my ear, sliding it up to a specific spot. Then it was a burning sensation. I felt like screaming but my voice wasn't there. Tears streaming down my face, I hit the ground with a thud as they disappeared. My head tilted upwards slowly, and I stared at the ceiling. The last thing I heard was the door being burst open, and then my eyes closed, letting the wave of darkness overwhelm me.

                                                 ( Unknown, Beacon Hills Hospital. )

Although I was asleep, I could feel things in me. I was having a nightmare about the Hoods, but just as I was reaching the climax, I woke up. The lights were bright and I winced a little. Then I blinked and saw Scott in a chair beside the hospital bed, asleep. I looked to my left slowly, listening to the beeping sound that would come every 1.5 seconds. My heartbeat being listened to on the machine. I was in the hospital. I closed my eyes for a second, trying to remember what had happened. I remember the Hoods, but that's all. Opening my eyes, I took in a deep breath. "Sc-Sco...Scott." , I said, trying to wake him up with my voice. It was like something inside him told him to awaken from his slumber as Scott slowly woke up. Instantly, his eyes flickered over to me. "Pres!" , he exclaimed, scrambling to the bed's side. "How are you feeling?" , he asked softly, a warm smile curling on his lips. I narrowed my eyes to see better. His cheeks were stained pink and his eyes were bloodshot. Scott had been crying. "G..Good." , I managed to get out, struggling to talk between breathes. I watched as he leaned down and gave me a big hug. I trembled for a moment before ignoring the shooting pain that was in my arms as I hugged him back. "How long was I out..?" , I asked once we let go. 

"A week."

"You're kidding, right?"

Scott's face told me he wasn't. I gulped and then slowly asked, "What..happened?" He bit his bottom lip, preparing for the story he was about to tell me. I hoped it wasn't that bad, but then again, I was out for a week so it had to be.