The Gift

Slowly

*Brenda's POV*

"Well, not really." His emotions were as lucid as clean glass. He wanted to cause pain. I didn't even recognize him anymore. My body was frozen to the carpet, unlike Stiles. Out of nowhere he grabbed onto my wrist tightly and pulled me up to his chest.

"How long do you think it'll take for him to give in all by himself?" His lips lightly grazed my ear, sending a slight shiver down my spine. He was scaring me now.

"What?" My whisper was barely audible.

"You know exactly what I'm talking about sweetheart."

I gained the courage to look him in the face. And when I did I felt a pang of sorrow and pain. He looked like he was dying. His face, lips, eyes, and even his hair were drained of life and color. He was a walking corps. But I smelled nothing. He didn't smell like death. My wrist started to burn with pain, his knuckles turning white from the force.

"Stiles you're hurting me!" I cried trying to pull away, which only caused my wrist to be in a more agonizing state.

"Stiles!" He twisted my arm then threw me down onto the ground. I cried out as I fell and got a rug burn. I was in anguish now. This wasn't him. This was a sadistic shadow of him that's been hidden away somewhere in the dark and has now chosen to lurk out of it's home to reek hell.

For a while he just stood there, staring at me. His face held a grimace while his eyes, if possible, darkened even more.

"Do you want to wake up now Brenda? He's waiting for you."

I began to feel dizzy, my mouth became dry and I started to see three of the one person standing in front of me. He quickly grabbed my good forearm and lead me to the window which was open.

"Slowly," was all he said, then he fainted.

*Stiles POV*

She kept saying my name over and over again. Sometimes she cried my name out, other times she just whispered it.

I was afraid of waking her up, so I just laid her down onto my lap. We were walking to my house when she all of a sudden passed out. Hitting her head pretty hard on the concrete. She totally had a concussion.

I stroke her hair gently as I watched the T.V. screen. I then felt movement on my lap. Brenda's eyes were struggling to get open, like a newborn baby's would.

"Hey? You waking up?" I whispered.

"Mmm." Was all that I heard as a response.

She tried to lift herself up but also failed at doing that. I snaked an arm around her waist and helped her up.

"I'll be right back, don't try to get up Okay?" I ran to my fridge and got a bag of ice. I then ran back to Brenda, who was in a groggy state trying to balance and keep her eyes open. She looked high and drunk at the same time.

"Hey it's Okay. Here," I made her lay down again and placed the ice bag onto the back of her head where she had developed a bump.

"Stiles you hurt me." She cried.

"What?" I stopped what I was doing, not realizing how sensitive she must be feeling.

"You hurt me!" She pushed me away and tried to get up. Her eyes held a look of fear that quickly subsided with anger. I ran to her and caught her mid-fall. She started to squirm out of my touch as if I was fire. It hurt me to see her like this. So of course, I didn't let her go. She began to hit my chest sloppignly and she tried kicking. Some hits she got in did hurt but I didn't let go.

"Brenda stop." I pleaded.

"I hate you!" Now I started to cry. I don't know why she was saying all of the things she was. I would never, ever hurt her. She screamed for me to let her go, that she never wanted to see me, and many awful things. Despite her efforts I didn't let go.

*One hour later*

After all the crying and melee she had fallen asleep in my embrace. I picked the ice bag back up and gently placed it on her bump. I watched as her chest raised up and down with every breath she tuck. What the hell was going on. I felt like crying again. And I did.

I cried and cried and cried. My eyes burned and I started to yawn. My eyelids began to droop, my arms were still around Brenda like a security blanket. The final thing I saw before I gave in was Brenda's soft face as she slept.

I just wanted everything to be okay again.