My Anchor || Stiles Stilinski

Chapter 5: Second Chance at First Line (part 3)

After my late night run I headed home and tried to get some sleep, considering I only had a couple hours the night before, once I got and my head hit the pillow, I was out like a light. My subconscious mind was plagued with disturbing images that night as well. I saw Laura being killed but instead of seeing it as a third person, I was the one who was doing it. I saw the fire being set to my house all those years ago, but I was the one who was doing it. I saw my Uncle Peter waking up from his coma the first time and screaming because of the pain, but I was the doctor. I saw Stiles looking at me, terrified. I saw Derek the day he ran away. I saw (Allison's Father), shooting Scott in the arm with his crossbow, then turning to me. He aimed at my head and pulled the trigger. I shot up from my sleeping position, eyes wide and heart beating rapidly. I slept the whole night, it was 8:30 by the time I woke up. Was sleeping through the nightmares better or worse than not sleeping at all? I'm not sure. Neither of them were very good. I got out of bed and realized that I was sweating, I got into the shower and turned on the cold tap. I let the cool water run down my tense muscles and relax them. I began to wash my hair and when I was done, I got for the day. I heard my phone 'bing' with a notification from my bedroom so I went to check it. I picked my phone up and read the text message from Scott.

'Coming to pick you up. Scott and I found something last night. I don't think you'll like it.'

-Stiles.

What have they done this time?

***

So, it turns out that the 'thing' Scott and Stiles were doing last night while I was in detention was go to my old house, where Derek is currently living, wait until he left and then dug up some big hole in my brothers backyard, finding the top half of my sisters body... in wolf form. I was yelling at them now.

"OH, MY GOD! YOU GUYS! HOW COULD YOU BE SO STUPID?" Scott opened his mouth, "THAT WAS RHETORICAL!" I cut him off before he started, jabbing my finger in his direction. "WHEN STILES TEXTED ME WHILE I WAS IN DETENTION, TELLING ME YOU GUYS WERE 'doing something' I THOUGHT HE MEANT WATCHING A MOVIE OR SOME GUY TIME OR SOMETHING! NOT DIGGING UP MY BROTHERS BACKYARD IN THE MIDDLE OF THE NIGHT!" I took a deep breathe at the end of my little rant, my throat suddenly dry. I'm still not ready to tell them about Laura, saying it out loud makes it real. I don't want it to be real. "Where are we going anyway?" I asked. Stiles told me that we were going 'somewhere' but didn't specify, the last time he told me that I fell into one of the empty graves at the graveyard... It wasn't a big deal, I was just having one of my worst fears realized. I was 9 and scarred for life.

"Well, um, it's going to be a surprise." Stiles replied, a little hesitantly.

"I don't like surprises." I said bluntly.

"Yeah well, you definitely won't like this one." Scott mumbled under his breath, obviously forgetting that he wasn't the only one in the car with super hearing. Why won't I like it? I'm already mad at them, how much worse can it get?

***

Apparently, it can get a hell of a lot worse. When I realised where we were going I started yelling at a, quite rightly so, scared Stiles and Scott. Again. We were at my old house. It had police tape around it, police cars and officers. Worst of all, police flanking my brother, who was in handcuffs, from the house to one of the cars. Stiles thought it would be a good idea to go talk to him before I started yelling. There's a reason that he's called 'The Brains" of the group. Scott didn't make any action to move. Despite my furious expression, clenched jaw and burning cheeks. He must have seen me too late because when he tried to get away, I caught him and pulled him behind a tree, so we couldn't be heard as clearly.