Song of this chapter: Paralysed-NF
"I'm scared to live yet I'm scared to die"Hopes P.O.V:
I got into Scotts car not saying a word. I was so worried about the marks on my hand, that i didn't realise the worried expression on his face.
"Hey. You okay?" He says putting a hand on my thigh.
I nod, covering my sleeve up more. I hadn't told him about the marks, and id like to keep it like that. I didn't want to stress him out since before we were dating he worried about me a lot so I can't imagine how much he worries for me now.
"You look tired." He says tilting my chin, so I look at him.
"It's nothing Scott. I just slept late." I say trying to smile. I hadn't slept at all, I spent all night on the internet trying to find some clue of it.
"You sure?" He says raising an eyebrow.
I nod. I just hoped he believed me. He sighed, then started his car. I was secretly so happy he bought it. I watched as he put his seatbelt back on, and restarted his car. I looked forward, so I was staring outwards towards the road.
He started to drive, and I could tell he was thinking about something.
"I know you're not okay. But you don't want to tell me. That's fine, I don't know why you don't want to tell me." He starts saying.
I cut him off. "It's not like I don't want to tell you Scott."
"Then what is it H? Is it that you don't trust me? Because I thought relationships were built up on trust." His voice rises.
Fuck. This was turning into a fight.
"I trust you, I just can't."
"Why! What is bothering you? Why can't you fucking tell me." He says to me still focusing on the road.
"You're not mad at me. There's something on your mind that's making you mad." I say facing to look at him.
"What makes you think that." He's not making eye contact.
"Because I know you. You wouldn't make a fight on something as stupid as this."
"Stop changing the subject. H it's nothing." He says turning to face me.
"Tell me. What is it?" I say grabbing his hand, so I can hold it.
The car starts to slow down, and I realise we've come to a red light.
"I've kept this inside for so long, and it's finally coming out. This is hard, and I haven't told anyone about this. The day of your supposed funeral, when me and my mum came home. We were talking, then she had to go talk on the phone. She doesn't know I'm a werewolf, so I overheard the conversation." He then takes a deep breathe, before he starts again.
"He was talking to your dad. The sherif, and I can't remember exactly what they were talking about before, but the conversation lead to my mum saying something that I didn't know." He stops talking.
"You don't have to tell me if you don't want to." I say.
"No relationships are bought on trust. I trust you, so I'll tell you. My mum revealed that I had or have somewhere a half sister."
I'm so shocked I'm speechless for a few minutes.
"Have you talked to her about it?" I say to him.
He shakes his head. He then takes his seatbelt off and exits the car leaving me inside. I had realised we had arrived at the front of the school.
"We're not done talking." I say.
"I am. Whether you want to share is your choice." He then slams the car door, and walks off.
"Fuck." I whisper. I was so mad. Not at him, at myself. I should of just told him.
"Fuck!" I scream.
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"Turn to page 102 in your history text books." Said the teacher.
The whole class I was trying to communicate with Scott, but he was ignoring me. I looked at Stiles, and he gave me a sympathetic look.
I looked back at my textbook, flipping through the pages. That's when I started coughing. Weird. I didn't have a cough. It must of been the ice cream that I and yesterday.
That's when I started to cough. This time uncontrollably. I looked down at my hand. Blood. I looked at Stiles with a scared expression, but he didn't see it. He was too focused looking at his books.
I felt really light headed. I looked at Lydia, she wasn't looking at me either. No one was. I raised my hand, but my teacher didn't see me.
I got out of my seat, everyone watching me. I revealed my hand covered with blood, and that's when everything went black. All I remember before that is Scott and Stiles screaming my name. I then felt a pair of arms around me.
Stiles' P.O.V:
Hope was looking at Scott trying to get his attention, but he was pissed off. I felt bad.
"Turn to page 102 in your textbooks." Said the teacher.
I tried flipping through to find the page. That's when I realised it wasn't there. It must of ripped off, and misplaced in the book somewhere. I felt a gaze of me, but I didn't look up to see who it was.
I couldn't find my page, but that's when I heard someone get up. I looked up to see my sister. Her hand was covered with blood, and that's when she started falling. It was like slow motion, and I just sat there.
"Hope!" Me and Scott screamed unison.
Scott got there before me, so he held her in his arms. I kneeled down before her.
"Baby I got you. I got you." Scott whispered to her, moving hair from her face. Lydia, and Alisson soon kneeled down before her too.
"I'll call the ambulance." The teacher screamed, walking outside.
"Hey, is this supernatural cause or natural?" Lydia says.
"Supernatural." Me and Scott say at the same time.
"How the hell did you know." I say to him.
"I saw the scratches on her arm, but that's besides the point."
"Then we can't take her to the hospital. We need to find her dad. And by dad I mean Klaus." Alisson says.
"I'll text my dad." I say getting out my phone.
"The ambulance is here. Here in here." The teacher says letting the medics in.
"What are we supposed to do?" Scott says to me.
"We're going to have to let them take her." I sigh.
That's the end of chapter 60. For those following I promised like a triple update 4 days ago for 3 days ago but I completely forgot that my sister was coming the day after so I had no time. By the way I took the whole scene with Hope fainting from Swamp Thing starring Crystal Reed (Aka Alisson) it's amazing. What do you think will happen to Hope? Don't forget to vote and comment. Love y'all xox.
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Hope Mikaelson
Misterio / SuspensoHope Mikaelson, or more commonly known as Hope Stillinski now was sent away from New Orleans when she was a baby. A decision her birth parents were forced to do, because of a threat that could of changed her life forever. 17 years later, when the th...