The Gift

Hanging On By A Thread

I know some of y'all might get mad that I keep cliffhanging Brenda's "dream" but I just can't help it xD But don't fear! I will Finally finish up her dream and will no longer cliff hang it!

Ennnnnnjoooooyyyy BOIIII! ☆

~~~Brenda's POV~~~

This can't be happening. Not now.

"Claudia," her voice sounded foreign coming out of my mouth.

She didn't even register that I was there anymore, as she put the noose around her neck.

I slowly made my way to her but was stopped half way by something harsh on my neck.

"What the..." I touched my neck to feel a rope. I started to panic, clawing at the rope, trying to take it off.

"Claudia!" I screamed out, tears falling onto my cheek.

Everything happened so fast, the room disappeared and we were now on top of a tree.

She looked at me with her soft hazel eyes that reminded me so much of Thomas, then spoke.

"Tell them I said I love him. I never wanted to hurt anyone."

Then she jumped.

"NOO!"

I reached for her rope only to get burned by it running out of my sweaty, useless hands. I lost balance and was pulled down with Claudia. I felt a sharp sting as I began to kick my legs and gag for air. Claudias face was slightly purple, her tongue sticking out slightly from her mouth. She was dead. My vision became blurred with tears as I kicked and kicked, scratching my neck, begging for air.

~~Stiles's POV~~

"Dude What's happening to her!" I yelled out to Scott as we knelt besides Brenda's squirming body. She was crying and her breathing was shallow. She sounded like she was having a- THAT'S IT!

"Scott your inhaler!" I reached my hand out to him, waiting.

"Huh? I feel fine I don't need-"

I looked at him with the stink eye and I'm guessing I got the point around as he reached inside his bag and pulled out his inhaler.

~~~Brenda's POV~~~

It was just like the Tsunami, I was battling for air. That seemed to be all I ever did, in my dreams, and in real life. As I was Finally giving up I heard something sharp slice through the air, cutting my rope. I fell to the ground. I gasped really loud, filling my lungs with the Nice cool air. I couldn't even begin to tell you how good I felt! I un-tied the rope that was left around my bleeding, blistered neck.

I felt dizzy, the last thing I saw was a slim figure standing only feet away from me. It had some kind of large object in done hand, and a stick looking one in the other.

~~~Stiles's POV~~~

I watched Brenda's chest rise up in a deep inhale, then fall. She stopped jerking around on the couch and slowly opened her eyes.

"Claudia..." I felt my heart sting with pain.

"What did you say?"

She lifted her body up and took her knees into a hug. She broke down crying.

"Brenda? Why did you say that?"

I looked over at Scott, who just had a sad, sympathetic look on his face. When my Mom died it didn't just ruin mine and my father's entire being, but it also broke Scott's heart. She was like a second mother to Scott, he loved her almost as much as I did.

I turned back to Brenda's shacking body.

"I- I... Saw her Stiles. She- Oh my God." she started to touch her neck as she cried even harder.

"You know what, we'll talk about it when your calmer okay? Right now you need to eat something and we gotta set up an appointment with your doctor or something." That's all we seemed to be doing today. I gave her a slight smile although deep inside I wanted to yell at her. Beg her for an answer as to what she meant. But that would be horrible of me, I didn't want to scare her or anything.

"Well, I'm going to head on home. I'll ask my Mom if she can check you up if you want..." Scott scratched the back of his neck and scrunched up his face. Something he only does when he feels out of place or nervous.

"Yeah sure. That's okay with me." Brenda lifted her head and smiled a fake smile.

"Alright. See you lo- two! See you two later."

"Um, Yeah. okay." What was he going to say?

~~Brenda's POV~~~

Scott lifted up his backpack and gave us a wave then headed out. I felt tense with just Stiles being here. I don't know Why if he's been over to my House a million times. Oh Yeah, you just saw his dead mother hang herself.

I felt fresh tears start to slide down my checks. Jaime lifted himself from the ground and tuck me in his arms. He felt warm, I could feel his heart beating real fast.

"Stiles?" I whispered.

"Mmm."

"What's wrong?" his arms tensed around my shoulders.

"Nothing butterfly." he whispered, his heart rate steady as he spoke.

"Don't call me that ya weirdo!" I giggled as I punched his chest playfully. He let out a slight laugh, but I could tell he wasn't happy. His eyes were puffy and bloodshot and his hair looked tangled and messy.

I frowned at the sight.

"Stiles if you don-" I was cut off mid sentence when he jolted up, only inches away from my face. A tear slide from his right eye and he was breathing heavily.

"Stiles?" I said gently. Our breaths mixing.

"Why don't you just tell me what happened in your head Brenda. I know you were having a dream about-" he stepped away from me and sighed, running a hand through his hair which surprised me as I thought it was more tangled then the thought in my mind. But his hand went in swiftly and came out easy.

"Are you calm enough to tell me?"

He looked so broken. It made me feel like shit.

"Yeah."