Long Returning ¤ Stiles Stilinski [1]

16. cara williams

The four teenagers came up gasping for air. The cold water  not feeling so cold anymore. Cara's eyes closed as the bright light blinded her, when her eyes finally adjust to the light she looks to her left and then to her right as her eyes met with her friends. She slowly got out of  the tub, her clothes dripping wet and the floor beneath her now a small puddle. Stiles looked at Cara and then to his best friend. 

Cara looked ahead as the other three looked back, she assumed it was what they were here for; the Nemeton. She was told to look for herself as the other three look for the roots. Stiles looks back only to see Cara walking forward, headed to a door. He looked away as he started to walk towards the Nemeton.

Cara stared at the door ahead, she finally got close enough but before she could even turn the door knob she was enveloped into a cold white light. She shielded her eyes from the bright light with her arms. Finally she put her arms down to, suddenly be in a much darker setting. She looked around slowly only to recognize the place as her old school. Not in Beacon Hills however. 

Murmurs would erupt in a classroom she would walk into. She stood in front of a memory taking place. Watching everyone's facial expressions, showing disgust, confusion and irritation, one she remembered getting often. 

"She's different." A boy shrugged and Cara's heat leaped in the chest, her eyes filling with sadness at the sound of his voice. 

"Nah man. She's weird." The boy's friend corrected, nonchalantly. 

The boy shakes his head as he turned to look at the girl who was silently drawing in her notebook. "She kinda fascinates me." 

Cara remembered this part. It would forever play in her mind. It was a sweet reminder that not all memories had to be bad. She smiled lightly at this but before she could even cherish the moment she blinked and was now at another destination. 

She blinked more rapidly as she saw her friends standing in front of her. Stiles Stilinski, Scott McCall, Lydia Martin, Allison Argent, Isaac Lahey, Boyd Vernon, Derek Hale and Aaron Williams and many more. They all stood with a look of pure horror as men with hoods up made them fall to their knees. She stared at them in confusion before cackling was heard. She turned around to see a man with a royal looking cloak. 

"Choose." He breathed out in her ear making the hairs on her back stand. She shook her head vigorously. "Very well." 

Two more figures were added to the line of people. 

"Mom? Dad?" Cara asked in disbelief. The women nodded with tears in her eyes. She had never realized how much she truly missed them. She had spent most of her life without them and now was the exact moment she came to realization how immensely she really missed them. Only they could, truly fix the hole in her heart.

"Sweetheart you must choose." Her mother said lovingly. Cara looked around knowing that this wasn't real.

"No! This isn't real!" Cara shouted sinking to her nears with tears in her eyes. The wind that was fast and howling with force suddenly stopped making Cara's eyes snap open. She was in a dark room but she could see clearly. 

In front of her stood the same people but this time they stood above her as she looked up at them with fear in her eyes as they all look at her with a menacing smile and gaze. 

"Betrayal, Cara. Hurts a lot doesn't it?" Stiles was the first to speak. Tears were in her eyes as she looked around a look of confusion washing over. 

"Betrayal? What are you talking about?" The girl asked trying to stand up but not being able to move. 

"When your left to die all alone." Allison says and Cara furrows her eyebrows. It was all happening in slow motion as the girl pulls out a dagger and throws it in her direction. She felt no pain. Scott roars and claws her in the same wound. She could feel the effects of the wounds but not the pain which scares her. They slowly walk away as a burning sensation hits her heart making her scream.