Hope Mikaelson

Chapter 51: Not A Coincidence

Song of this chapter: Nightingale- Demi Lovato
"Bring me peace send me to sleep."

Scotts P.O.V:

I hold Stiles up by wrapping his arm around my neck.

"What the hell did they give you?" I ask.

"Loopey medicine." He laughs. Well this was going to be fun.

Why did Mr Stillinski leave me alone with loopy Stiles. I love him, but he can be so annoying when he's on things. Like when he was drunk he talks about Lydia non stop, and has no filter at all. Which I guess all drunk people have no filter.

"Here sit down." I sit him down on his couch, which instead of sitting he just falls to the side, and bursts out laughing. I instantly roll my eyes, and want to remove myself from this situation.

I head to the fridge, and open it, and I can hear Stiles shouting.

"Can you get my chicken wings Scott!"

I roll my eyes again, and grab out the chicken wings, and grab a can of soda for myself. I heat the chicken wings for 1 minute then I walk back to the sofa, where Stiles seemed to be really comfortable, and hand him his chicken wings. I open my can of soda, and realised he was just looking at the bone of the chicken wing he just finished with a sad face.

"Hey, why the sad face?" I ask.

"I just love chicken wings!" He cries.

I laugh to myself, knowing that when he was drunk this was also the time where he was the most funniest. Then there's a sudden knock at the door. I put my can of soda back down on the table, and get up.

I head towards the door, and realise the scent smelt familiar. A scent I hadn't smelt in ages. I swing open the door, and automatically hug the stranger.

"How did you know?" Hope whispers.

"I would always know if it was you." I say in the hug.

I pull out, and just look at her. She looked like she hadn't eaten in years, and she had massive bags around her eyes. She looked like she was putting on a forced smile.

"Hey what happened to you?" I ask.

She's silent. She looks like she's not looking at me, but straight through me. I wave my hand in front of her face, but no response.

She then suddenly grabs me, her touch cold as ice. "Look I don't have a lot of time. Help me!" She says.

I then suddenly wake up, Stiles shaking me awake. "Hey you ok?" He asks.

I nod. I look around noticing I was on his couch. I look at the clock it was 5pm I must of been asleep for at least 2 hours.

"Stiles this mind crazy, but I think Hopes still alive."

"I know. Because,  I think I just had the same dream as you." He says, getting off me.

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"You think Hopes still alive." Says Lydia looking away from her computer screen to look at us.

We both nod at the same time.

"I guess the shell finally cracked didn't it Scott?" She says.

"Huh?"

"I knew this "I'm fine" act would go away soon. You both sound crazy!" She says getting up to out a jacket on.

"Look we both had this same dream. She was at my front door, and she asked us for our help. We had it at the same time!" Stiles says.

Lydia then suddenly froze. "I think I had the same dream. I didn't think much of it I just thought Hopes death, was still haunting me. Did she suddenly touch you, her hands feeling really cold?"

I nod. Lydia then suddenly sits down. She has this scared expression on her face. Stiles sits down next to her examining her face before he opened his mouth.

"Look if she's still. Alive. Then I have a feeling she's barely." Stiles says.

I nod. "But where would she be?"

"Well if her hands were cold. Somewhere like really cold right?" She says.

Me and Stiles nod. "Well I guess we better get searching."

It was 8 by now, and we were out in the dark with one torch each. All having no idea where to look, with no clues except the place she was probably in was really cold.

"Maybe a freezer like the school?" Lydia suggests.

Stiles shakes his head. "Already checked."

"The ice rink?" Stiles says.

"Already checked." Lydia says.

"Where the hell would she be!" Stiles says kicking what seemed to be a big bin.

That's when a lightbulb must of went off in my head. I turn around to face them. "The last time we saw her was her grave."

"You think she's still alive in her grave?" Stiles replies.

"She is a witch, and from my knowledge I know graves are really cold." Lydia says.

"How the hell do you know that graves are really cold?"

"Well I'm sorry, I didn't know your sisters grave has central heating." Lydia rolls her eyes.

"Haha very funny."

We all walk towards the graveyard, shovels in our hand getting ready to dig a grave. We arrive at the tombstone named Hope Stillinski. I place my shovel in the ground, and so does Lydia. However, Stiles just looked down.

"What's if she's not alive, and our dreams are just a coincidence, and we just see my dead sister laying there in her grave." Stiles gulps. "It's going to haunt us for the rest of our life's."

"I'm willing to take the risk." I say patting him on the back.

He nods, and we all begin digging.

"You know if we're caught we can go to jail?" Lydia says whilst digging.

"Just shut up and dig." Stiles tells her back.

We keep on digging until we see the black case of Hopes grave. I jump in the hole, so I'm standing on top.

"Here we go." I say holding on to the handle.

I pull on the handle, and I feel that were all standing still.

"Oh. My. God." We all say in unison.

That's the end of this chapter. If you liked it make sure to vote! Did you guys notice the flash reference, and If not its fine. Don't forget to comment your thoughts in the comments down below? What do you think they found? Anyways till next time love y'all xox.