Sage ▸ Stiles Stilinski [Book One]

09.

lol i hate this episode with a passion :-) im v sorry if it sucks

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CHAPTER NINE; 09

        People always say that there are small glimpses of the future when Death is coming to take you.

        They say that it's God's way of tempting you to hold on because this is what you will receive for your strength to keep fighting, to keep your chest beating. So, basically, it's saying either hold your shit together or you're going to die wishing you didn't. Being in a near death experience opens up your eyes, and you're able to see more clearly what you've been taking advantage of as well as what has been right in front of you this whole time. 

        Sage thought that was all a load of bullshit, especially when she saw her best friend get hurled into the wall of the high school and she was choking on her own blood. It would have been more pleasant if Scott hadn't decided that picking her up bridal style and carrying her into the school was the best plan in the world. The blonde could feel Derek's wounds branding themselves onto her own body, and soon enough she was going to die. 

        Derek was dead. 

        Derek was dead. 

        And Sage couldn't help but feel extremely guilty as she spat out blood onto the tile floor of the school. Some small part of her hoped that it wasn't true because she wasn't healing. Her wounds were still gaping into her back, and she could continue to feel her breath get caught from her, a sign that she was dying. She just wasn't decaying as fast as a normal person would have. She should have been healing if Derek was dead. Her abilities should have kicked in. She should have been okay.

         She wasn't okay. 

        Scott sat her down near the door, looking at her for a good ten seconds before turning away to hold the door shut. Sage realized that Stiles hadn't even spared her a glance yet, and she couldn't blame him. She knew that blood was drenching her white tank top, staining it a deep red and her jacket was all the more destroyed as it pitifully hung on her body.

        Why was she dying?

        "Lock it. Lock it!" Scott screamed, holding the door by the handles while Stiles did the same thing to his right.

        Sage narrowed her eyes and took a deep breath before slowly taking off her jacket, wincing when she felt her wounds being pulled open even more. Doing what she could with what strength she had left, she managed to rip the sleeves of the Walmart brand cloth, and wrap them as best as she could around the gashes. 

        "Does it look like I have a key?" Stiles hissed back, still diverting his eyes away from Sage.

        He felt sick to his stomach from both fear and just simply being sick after watching Derek get turned into a play toy and swung at the wall like he was disposable. Which Stiles guessed he was now considering he was dead. The very thought of that made him want to throw up all over the school floors. 

        "Grab something!" 

        Stiles stared baffled. "Like what?" 

        "Anything!"

        Stiles went to yell back when he remembered the pliers that were left abandoned when they were carrying Sage in. His eyes widened and he stood up from his couching position, staring out through the window at the yellow object that could be their only option. Scott seemed to have noticed his friend had an idea, and got up as well. Sage, feeling completely left out, did her best to scale up the wall, managing a standing position.