Blood Moon | A Teen Wolf Fanfiction

Chapter 36

I sit on the rim of my bathtub. My sweatpants rolled up to my knees and a wrinkled tank top with my hair tied up in a ponytail. I am barefoot and my feet touch the fairly cold water. I scrub my lacrosse impatiently. The blood stains just won't wash out. I jerk away from the pants and grab a bar of soap off the counter. I soak it in the water then continue to scrub my pants violently. Every once in a while, a bang of hair falls down my face and I am forced to blow it back on my head. My hands are too soapy and I'm too weak to get up and wash the bubble suds off my callused skin. Every time I turn to adjust my position, I feel my leg fall asleep in the cold water and the water from hands trickles from my arms down my legs. My neck aches and hurts greatly whenever I turn around to look into my room at the time. 1 in the morning. I wipe my eyes with the outside part of wrists. Hoping that it helps to keep me awake.

I think about where Ava, Drake, and Noah might be staying tonight because that their parents are gone. I think I remember Drake mentioning yesterday that he was gonna stay over at his Aunt's house. Noah's mother is still around so he stays with her, Ava was also invited to stay there. They are probably all snug in their beds right now , glad that tomorrow or today is it? Can't tell. Today is the weekend. Should I just leave my lacrosse pants soaking up the little bathtub water? Or should I finish cleaning out the blood? I am so tired, I can't even think straight. I feel my motion with my sponge already starting to slow down. Basically, by this point, I am both physically and mentally tired. My vision blurs frequently and my eyelids open and close. I already feel that I am going to pass out from exhaustion. Without a care, I drop everything in my hands, sending a splash of freezing bloody bath water on my legs. I feel myself sway back and forth, in and out of the sleeping state. I fall backward and I'm about to hit to what I remember a toilet seat behind me when I warm hands stop me from contacting with the toilet seat. My eyes are barely open but I feel everything. The warm hands slide from my neck to under my armpits. It pulls to my feet for only a single second till one of the hands slides to under my legs and sweeps me up from the ground. Carrying me out of the bathroom, I feel a whiff of cold air from a fan on my bedroom ceiling. My toes freeze as water drips from them. I hear shuffling steps slowly walk across my wood tile floors. Then, I'm gently placed on my bed sheets and then a comforter pulled over me. I take in a deep yawn as I am tucked in, warm under my sheets. My eyes water every time a yawn. Making my eyelids too weak to even squint to see. I finally decide to not fight it and let go off hold on my lids. They fall heavily over my eyes and stay there. I only see darkness and I try to form pictures from the pressure points they give off.

Then after a few moments, I jump to my feet slowly and ring out my pants. Then I shake it and hang it on the rim of the bathtub. I reach to massage my shoulder from being hunched over the bathtub for a long period of time. A few moments later I walk to my bathroom sink and lift my shirt up revealing my sports bra and wound where my stitches broke from Reid. I feel uncomfortable at the sight of the exposed flesh. I grab a cloth from next to the sink, making it wet and then using it to dab and disinfect the wound. I wince at every extremely gentle dab.

Once the wound is completely cleared, I already start to notice blood start to fill up the wound again. Opening my mirrored cabinet, I grab scissors, needle, and thread. My hands shaking as I attempt to put the thread through a loop in the needle. Becoming angry with myself because the thread keeps missing the small loop in the needle. I furiously throw the needle at the mirror creating a crack. I collapse on the floor with my head in my hands, weeping. I don't sob loudly because the last thing I need right now is Scott waking up in the next room and feeling sad for me. I stare intently at the floor to where the needle had fallen then the hanging piece of clear thread on the counter. Sucking it up and wiping my face. I get up to my feet shaking and reaching for my side, grabbing the needle on my way up. I can do this. It's not that hard. I shouldn't be crying over such a small worthless thing. Is that why I am really crying or is it something else. Something more heart-breaking. I start to form pictures of my father's unsettling state on the field. With his scar, he received from Deasius the day they taking from me. And Reid. How could I be so stupid, so blind, to stand by a man who's father stole my parents, my pack, my confidence from me? How could my life just go so wrong, so quick?

Inhale, exhale. I tell myself. Steady your heart rate. If you stay strong, you can push through this.

I swipe the clear thread off the counter and push it through the loop successfully. Then, tieing a knot, I inch my hand closer to my exposed bleeding out wound. Then piercing my skin, I bite my lip to stop me from screaming. Tears of pain well up in my eyes and I glue then shut for a quick moment to collect my feelings. In, out, in, out. I repeat in my head in sync with my agile movements with the needle. Once I've fully weaved it through I pull cautiously to tighten and cut the access thread with the scissors. I pant heavily, my hands wrapping around the edges of the counter. Then I reach for bandage wrap off the ground and neatly wrap it around my side. Then pull a clean loose shirt over that. I quickly adjust my hair in the mirror and then leave the bathroom, switching off the light. I feel my feet skin across the tile floor of my bedroom and then softly hopping onto my bed. I pull the covers over me softly then turning my lamp off. I stare the ceiling for a moment till my eyes drift close.

I dream.