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16. Strange Visions

After everything that happened with Erica and the library, we were all spending time apart right now. Not because we wanted to but because we were all doing different things. Stiles was hanging out with his dad, hoping to find some sort of information we could use to help us stop Jackson while Allison and Scott were having another secret meeting.

And me?

well after everything that keeps happening in this town, I've been piling on the training even more so than ever. With the rate things are going I'm pretty sure I'm gonna end up dead soon. Which I wish I could lie and say it didn't scare me but it did. It terrified me. The thought of dying, of never seeing my dad or Stiles or Scott again... 

it terrified me. 

And out of everyone? I think right now I'm a sue in to die first.. Scott's a werewolf with super strength and supernatural-ness.. 

Allison's this badass hunter who's started her training around the same time as me but still.. I don't think she'd die, she's pretty smart and she's learning a lot. 

Stiles. Well he's the mastermind behind everything for us. He's the cisco ramon to our barry allen, the guy in the chair for us. I know in my heart that he's not going anywhere. He's a valuable asset and contributes so much. 

and me? Well, I don't think I really contribute anything. And especially right now with the whole blacking out, basically going insane thing I've got going on.. I don't think I'll make it to graduation at this rate. I mean, I've almost died once.. Peter basically mauled me and by some miracle, i was chosen to come back.. I was chosen to live instead of die. It was a miracle in itself. But if our lives at this point have proven anything then it's that everyone's luck runs out eventually. 

I snapped out of my thoughts, continuing to punch the bag in front of me while practicing keeping light on my feet. Dad always told me I had to keep my hands up but being light on my feet is important . Doesn't matter how hard you throw a punch because if the other guy can't hit you cause you're too fast.. Well you've got the advantage. 

I kept punching, soon getting lost in everything around me as I kept focusing on the spot I was hitting repeatedly. Soon, it was like I was getting lost in my own mind. Everytime I hit the bag, it was like images flashed in my mind before my eyes. At first, I saw every bad thing happening to me. It was like I saw the night Scott and I got attacked in the woods by Peter. Then it was the incident at the school running from Peter. Next was getting attacked in the video store as Jackson and I attempted to survive. Next it was Derek forcing me to try the Kanima venom to prove I wasn't the kanima. Every bad thing that's happened flashing before my eyes with each hit. I was letting out my frustrations, only focusing on punching the bag in front of me. 

Then suddenly, I saw the night of the winter formal flash before my eyes.. It was like I saw myself walking out into the field. Then Peter was there in front of me. Suddenly, it was like with every punch I threw, the entire incidence was replaying in front of me. Every hit, Peter got closer then suddenly he was biting into my neck and attacking me. 

And with one final hit, I screamed, knocking the bag clean off the hinges and making it crash a few feet away from me into the table we had in the training room. I was breathing heavy, trying to calm myself down as I looked at the scene in front of me with wide eyes. Wow, guess all this training is paying off and I'm not as weak as I like to think I am.