Enchantress (Teen Wolf)

8

I went to school the next day, which was a struggle when everyone thought you were dead. The hospital would've been fined a lot of money if my mom didn't work there, as they falsely pronounced me dead. They weren't wrong however, nobody can explain how I'm still alive and the picture in that book is the only explanation i can think of.

I decided to walk to school today, despite the distance but I needed to clear my head which they all understood. The thought of being this supernatural being raced through my mind along with finding out my brother is the thing I'm supposed to hate. How could he lie to me and let me become locked up like that even though he knew I was being truthful! I haven't spoken to him since last night and I don't plan on doing it any time. When I finally reached school, the bell rang for first period. I grabbed my English books and speed walked towards the English class, where the usual pretty lady stood with a smile on her face. When she saw me it was like she became angry because her eyes glared at me, all the way until I sat down. I didn't make eye contact with anyone in the room, however I knew that none of my friends had arrived yet.

Moments later I heard the laughter of Alison and Lydia, followed by Stiles and Scott. Stiles placed himself next to me and Scott was about to sit the other side of me when Lydia practically pushed him out of it. I felt all their eyes burning into me and I blocked them out, so much so that I was in my own world.

I woke up to see a familiar forest, the trees parted and a huge tree stood in the middle of the circle of trees. I saw a girl pleading for help on the ground, when I tried to help her, she used her palm and I was thrown far away into a nearby tree and fell to the ground. I got back up and it was or English teacher, she used her palm to smack me into trees and the taste of blood simmered in my throat. She went to do it again when I held my palm out to block it and a purple barrier formed around my body, I stared at my palm with wide eyes. With the other hand, purple electricity shot out of my hand and eventually ended in her falling to the ground, dead. I rushed over to her and knelt down, but she wasn't moving. What had I done!?

I heard my name being called and I looked around, I was still in English class, and our teacher was very much alive. I saw Stiles staring at me.

"I'm fine, just fell asleep." I whispered and he furrowed his brows.

"You weren't asleep." He replied and I looked down to my palms as they were wet, I had dug my nails into my hand so hard that there were marks and blood all over my hands. I could see Stiles looking at my hands, and without asking I just left the classroom and headed for the girls bathroom, even after hearing the teacher try and call me back.

I let my red hands fall under the cold water of the bathroom tap, and I watched as it died to the water pouring down the drain red. Eventually the only thing left on my hand was the nail marks on my palm, however the blood had stopped releasing itself from the wounds. I stared at my reflection in the mirror, the brown eyes and brown hair that matched all of my family, my petite figure which was from the lack of food in the asylum. I became so deep in thought about things that I didn't realise someone had entered the bathroom until I felt a hand on my shoulder, causing me to jump slightly. I looked up and saw Lydia in the mirror, She had a weak smile on her face.

"Are you okay?" She asked. I turned around to face her and she glanced down at my plans before I looked back into her eyes. I was going to lie, I'm supposed to be the strong one, but I couldn't. I felt a salty tear be released from my eye and trickle down my smooth cheek.

"No?" I said, the pitch in my voice slightly higher on the o. Lydia didn't say anything, instead her petite arms wrapped around me and she hugged me tight. If you were to look at me and Lydia you wouldn't understand why we're friends, it's as if we're polar opposites. Lydia is wearing black heels, a red crop top paired with a black chequered skirt and her hair is perfectly curled and stiled in a half up half down bun. Where as I am wearing ripped mom jeans, black trainers with a beige underneath, a white tee shirt, tight necklaces, many rings and all my piercings were lined up my ear, my hair styled in a low bun and bits pulled out t the front. I was a very artistic person, but not when it came to makeup I mean I had chipped black nail polish on my finger nails.
I released myself from the comforting hug and wiped the tear from my cheek and smiled. I felt my arm link through hers as we paraded out of the bathroom and into the empty hallways.

We arrived at the door of the classroom and I stopped in my tracks, I really didn't want to go back in there but I knew I had to as I had left my stuff at my desk.

"Own the classroom, and the people inside. I practically had to put Stiles Scott and Alison on a leash so they wouldn't come find you with me." Lydia said and I couldn't help but chuckle slightly. I knew that they all cared for me, but what about when the powers I posses take control like they did that night....

I opened the classroom door, but as I was about to the bell rang and all the students were starting to get up. I made Lydia hide around the corner until everyone had left and then I told her I'd go get my bag alone. I opened the classroom door to see Derek and Miss Blake laughing.

"Just grabbing my bag." I muttered as I walked over to my desk and filled my belongings into my backpack. I felt her eyes burning through me once again and I just focused on putting my stuff away. I eventually left just as quickly as I entered, however as I was walking down the hall I felt a hand grab my arm causing me to stop. I swivel round to see Derek with a raised eyebrow and. A tight grey sweater.

"Uh yes?" I said impatiently as my foot tapped on the floor and my arms folded.

"I could smell the blood as soon as you entered, are you hurt!?" He questioned and immediately pulled me into a nearby empty classroom. He started to lift my shirt up and I slapped him across the face. He held his cheek.

"What was that for!? I'm checking your wound." He spat and I rolled my eyes and tried to stop him, despite the goosebumps it gave me at every touch. He eventually lifted it up and his eyes widened, causing me to pull my shirt down quickly.

"It's gone?" He questioned, clearly shocked and I bit my lip nervously.

"Have you turned me Derek?" I asked, my eyes wet with tears as I feared of being a wolf. He shook his head as if it were impossible.

"We need to get Scott." He said in a serious tone  and I nodded. I followed Derek through the school halls until we found Scott and Stiles talking at their lockers. Derek revealed my stomach and their eyes widened, they started into panic and I eventually shut them up.

"We need to go to Deaton, now." I hissed and they all nodded, before we left the school and me and Derek got into Stiles' Jeep. When we arrived I was taken inside very quickly, I thought me being healed and alive would've been a good thing! Deaton saw me and he hugged me tightly, I assumed he hadn't heard that I was alive yet.

"Raven? How-" He stopped when Stiles pulled up my shirt revealing nothing, not even a scar and Deaton furrowed his brows and made me sit on the table.

"Time to run some tests." He said, before picking up what looked like an old, chunky book and flicked through until he found what he needed. He injected me with something and my eyes fluttered until turning black altogether.