Long Returning ¤ Stiles Stilinski [1]

29- Desperation

It was late at night, when Cara Williams had gotten some sleep. Her whole body ached in pain as she clutched her eyes harder. She was completely restless after not getting enough sleep the last few days. It was like there was a ton of weights on her eyelids that suppressed her from letting them close in peace. 

That night, Cara lay awake, though her eyes were closed. She received a call making her open her tired eyes a small groan leaving her mouth. 

The caller ID read Stiles which made her sit up in alert. "Stiles?"

A weird hum was the reply she had received making her furrow her eyebrows. "Babe?" 

"Cara?" Stiles whimpered, his voice extremely quiet. But that wasn't the worrying part. The amount of fear and heartbreak in his tone was.

"Hey, yeah, I am here." Cara assured, biting her lip. "Are you okay? Can you hear me?" 

"Cara, I don't, I don't know where I am. I don't know how I got here. I think I was sleepwalking." Stlies whispered into the phone, his voice coming out shaky. 

"Can you see anything? Any landmarks?" Cara asked, getting out of bed, only to pace nervously.

"It's too dark to see. I think somethings wrong with my leg..." The usually loud boy, mumbled before the line disconnects making Cara yell out in frustration.

She tried to call the boy again but ended up reaching his voicemail making her worry increase more. 

She pulled out her jeans from her closet, keeping her hoodie on. She rummaged through her sock drawer to get her socks. Worry clouded her thoughts making her eyes well up with tears of frustration. 

She continued to try and call the boy and with every call that ended made her more reckless. 

After moments of attempted calls being declined she received a call from the pale boy. 

"Stiles?" Cara breathed into her phone, putting her boots on and grabbing a jacket from the closet, 

"Cara I don't think I can't  get out of here. I can't move." Stiles spoke rapidly. 

"Baby, where are you?" Cara asks, her voice cracking.

"I don't know, I can't  see it's too dark, I can't see much." Stiles tells her nervously. "But something's wring with my leg. It's  stuck on something. And it's... I think it's bleeding." 

"How bad, Stiles, how bad?" Cara questions. She gets no reply making her heart hammer against her chest repeatedly. "Stiles, are you there?"

"There's some kind of smell here. It smells terrible. My eyes are watering." Stiles explains making Cara cry out as she struggled to understand. 

"I'm calling your dad." Cara mumbled but stops after Stiles rejection. 

"No,no.no. Just don't call him, he's already worried enough. Promise me you won't  call him." Stiles pleads, in desperation.