Full Moon //Derek Hale//

Thirty-Nine

Ya'll better love me.

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A couple days later, I'm woken up to the most annoying noise ever. An alarm clock. I slam my hand down on the off button before rolling onto my back, looking up at the ceiling as I realize Scott and Stiles did mischief night for Coach, adding onto it since it's his birthday.

I get up and head to the bathroom taking a quick shower with my hair in a bun so I could just shave my legs before stepping out heading to my closet after wrapping a towel around my body. I choose a dark red, long-sleeve sweater before heading to my dresser, pulling out a faded brown suede skirt.

I slip into my underwear before grabbing some lace tights and pulling those on before the rest of my clothes. I let my hair out of it's bun before heading to turn my curling iron on, hoping to twist some beach curls in.

I do my makeup as I wait before making my hair look perfect. I rush to my closet once again to grab my brown matching knee-high, heeled boots before zipping those on. I step back and glance at myself in the mirror before smiling in satisfaction.

I grab my favorite cologne and spritz some on before heading out the door with my satchel on my shoulder and my phone and car keys in hand. I make it outside and to my car, noticing Scott still hadn't left.

I slide in and start my small journey to the school, jamming along to some top hits of this week. My thoughts wonder as I remember the very first time I had ever wrecked. The night I had been bitten. My hands shake on the steering wheel as I remember the car rolling a few times before it stopped.

"When you walk my way, hope it gives you hell, hope it gives you hell!" Singing aloud to the song 'Gives You Hell', I couldn't help but bang my head up and down, my hair flying in my face. I close my eyes for a split second as I scream out the next verse, but am soon frozen to my seat as I open my eyes and swerve on the road I was driving on.

Trying not to hit the deer running towards my car, I swing the steering wheel to the left and go for the brakes, only to find I'm too late as the car starts to roll onto its side. I screamed out in pain as I rolled inside with it, regretting not putting on my seat belt.

As the car comes to a stop, silence and my groans of pain are the only thing heard around me. I blink a few times before looking at my position, I was now sprawled on top of the ceiling of the car, glass covering the ground and myself. Some cuts were prominent but I don't feel like I broke anything.

My hope goes out the door as I try to move my left leg, but only wince in pain as it feels like somebody is sawing it off. I yell in pain as I bang my fist on my door, trying to open it up to get out. I bite my lip as I situate myself before pushing on the door, sighing in relief as it finally screeches upon the concrete.

I slide myself out and sit up against the car and take a breath as my leg now goes numb with the pain increasing. I let out a short yelp as I feel my eyes start to close on me from exhaustion. But they shoot open in adrenaline once I see red, beady eyes staring into my brown ones.

I slowly move myself into a standing position as I grit my teeth out in pain. I hold my hand up, noticing the shaking of fear and anxiety coursing through my body. "Please don't kill me." I whisper before limping to the front of my car, keeping my eyes on the set of red ones.

As I make my way to the front of the car, I trip on my own foot and fall to ground, yelling out in pain as I landed on the glass. But that pain only intensified as I felt something sink into my shoulder before everything went black."