Hey guys! So I'm sort of incorporating things that have happened with different characters on Teen Wolf and putting them into one person (if that makes sense). I'm also starting out the first few chapters in the past tense just so you can sort of get a background on what has happened before the actual story starts. Hope you enjoy it(: Vote and comment telling me what you think (please don't be mean!)
Marleina's P.O.V.
This is it. I have to do it. The day has come where I have to climb that dumb fucking rope in gym class.
As I get changed in the bathroom of the locker room away from everyone else, my palms start to sweat and I can feel that horrible feeling deep inside me making it's way up. I walk out of the stall dressed in my smelly gym clothes that I don't think I've washed for a month, and tie my long hair up in a ponytail. I fix my glasses on top of my face and stare at myself in the mirror for a minute. "I can do this", I think to myself.
I walk out of the locker room late as always and get even more nervous than I already am when I feel everyone's stares on me. My brother, Scott, gives me a small smile and I make my way over to him and his best friend Stiles (who I may have been crushing on since I've known him).
While everyone else climbs the rope with ease, I just stare blankly ahead while thinking of everything that could possibly go wrong. "You don't have to do this if you dont want to, you know. You could alwyas just ask to go to the nurse or something. I know how you get sometimes", Scott says to me.
"I'll be fine". Although I have a massive headache and have a funny taste in my mouth, I assure him and myself that I can do this.
"McCall! Stilinski! You're up!", Coach Finstock yells as Scott tells me he's going to run to the bathroom quick.
Stiles and I walk up to the dreaded rope and I look up and gulp.
Stiles begins to climb up with ease as I embarrassingly struggle, but begin to get the hang of it. By the time I get to the middle of the rope, Stiles is already at the top and on his way down. Suddenly, I begin to feel tingly, and my mind feels all fuzzy. As I'm frozen on the rope hanging on for dear life I can hear muffled voices shouting at me to "hurry up and get down so others can have a turn".
All of a sudden everything goes black and the last thing I remember is my body hitting the cold, hard mat laid out on the wooden gym floor.
I wake up in the hospital with blinding lights and hooked up to a million different machines that I've seen all too many times before.
"Hey, how are you feeling?" I hear my mom ask as she walks in. She's dressed in her usual nurses uniform and has her curly, black hair pulled back in a ponytail. "Same as I always do after this happens" I say. While she beigns to ask me questions to make sure I really am okay, she suddenly pauses and looks over at me disapprovingly. "Marleina, have you been taking your medicine?"
Nothing.
"Honey, you know you have to take your Tegretol as precribed. Do you really want this to keep happening?", she sighs. "I don't like the way it makes me feel", I reply quietly. I hate taking my seizure medicine. It makes me nauseous and dizzy and I just don't feel like me when I'm on it.
My mom collects her clipboard along with the notes she took on me and begins to leave. Once she reaches the door way she turns around and looks at me, "You can never get rid of your epilepsy, you know".
I sigh loudly, and lay back down on the uncomfortable hospital bed. My eyelids begin to feel heavy and I quickly doze off.
I feel someone begin to move my hospital bed and quickly roll it down the hallway but I figure it's my mother moving me around for some reason and continue to sleep. I hear a door close loudly, and suddenly realize I'm in a cold room with someone that is definitely not my mom. My eyes shot open and I take in my surroundings.
I am in the morgue.
With Derek Hale.
He notices I'm awake and walks over to me with a cynical smile on his face. I slowly try to back up. I've known him for awhile now, considering he was sort of like a mentor type teacher thing for my brother when he was first learning the ropes on how to be a werewolf.
"What are you doing here? And why did you bring me into this room?" I ask, clearly terrified.
"What? Is is so weird that I came to visit you while your in the hospital?" I glare at him and he sighs and rolls his eyes. "Alright, fine. I have a proposition for you".
"Okay...what is it? And why did you bring me in here". "What if I told you I could make all of this go away? The seizures, the glasses, the constant being made fun of?", he asks me, choosing to ignore my second question. "I would say to do anything you can", I reply shamefully as I put my head down. I think I'm beginning to catch on to what he is implying and I can't help but feel guilty that I actually want to go through with this.
Derek pulls me forward by my ankles and leans down so his lips are brushing against my shoulder. Suddenly he sinks his teeth into my skin and I begin to scream in pain. He pulls away and I see blood dripping down my arms and big bite marks on the ball of my shoulder. It hurts but I slowly see it begin to heal itself and I know what's been done is done.
The only thing I can think of now is how Scott will react to this...
