/•/Eyes wide open /•/ -Stiles (B1)

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''Ahh!!''

''Luna Luna?'' Scott's rushed voice fills the air making my eyes shoot open. I look around the room in complete fright and confusion. ''Hey it's just me,'' Scott says coming into view. A relieved breath of air leave my lungs and I relax back into my bed.

''What happened?''

''Bad dream.''

''How are you feeling?'' He asks sitting at the edge of my bed. ''I feel insane,'' I admit biting down on my lips painfully. ''Luna-'' Scott starts but I cut him of. ''What's happening?'' I question. ''Am I really losing my mind, because it feels like I am,'' I angrily spit.

I hate feeling this way, confused, lost, vulnerable. I just hate this feeling. ''Your lips bleeding,'' Scott says. I swipe my tongue across my lip to taste the metal taste. ''Oh,'' I say wiping my lips with my sleeve.

''Scott I want answers,'' I firmly say. ''You'll get them soon,'' He says. ''I want them now,'' I demand.

"Luna I can't tell you just yet."

"Really? Not yet..Don't you think it's a bit late?" I hiss at him
"I'm lying here friggin cut up, the least you can do is tell me!"
I loudly say.

His eyes go wide and his jaw tightens up
"Sorry I didn't mean to yell," I apologise running a hand through my hair.

"I'm just frustrated."

"I know," he sighs. "But your right you deserve to know what's going on."

After a long intake of air he's finally ready to speak.

''About six months ago our best friend Stiles dragged me out into the woods to look for a dead woman's body, but I found something else,'' Scott lowly says. ''What was it?'' I question.

''That something came in the shape of a werewolf. It bit me and now i'm a werewolf,'' He bravely says. ''I have healing, super human strength, speed, enhanced hearing, smelling, I have it all,'' He says.

''Scott,'' I say but I can't find any words that I can reply with. ''I understand if you don't believe me, I'm just sorry this happened to you because of me,'' He sighs with a painful expression. ''I'll just leave you alone,'' He says. With one last glance he stands up and leaves my bedroom.

A sigh of my own leave my lips and I run my hands through my hair. I throw the sheets of off me and Allow the cold feeling of the room to take over. I throw myself over the bed moving from my bed, over to my bathroom.

I lock the doors behind me,and stand in front of my mirror. I lift up my shirt and I peal the plaster that's on my stomach away. And another sigh leave my lips at the sight.

I run my hands along the smooth soft skin of my stomach. I drop my shirt and reach for my neck, unwrapping the bandage around my It.

''Spotless,'' I say running my hands over my neck. ''Horrible scars should be lined there, a scar is supposed to be on my stomach to. Hell I shouldn't even be Alive!!'' I yell totally frustrated.

''What in the hell is wrong with me?'' I question beginning to break down with every second I keep looking at myself.

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