Just Breathe

Chapter 32

"Emma. Derek" Stiles spoke slowly, reaching out for them. Stiles' eyes went wide in horror as roots began to rise from the dark ground, winding themselves around Emma's legs. "Emma!" Stiles screamed, looking to Derek who began to sink into the ground as the roots pulled him deeper and deeper. 

"Stiles! Help me!" Emma screamed, tears streaming down her face in the moonlight. The roots reached the bottom of her white dress, slowly squeezing her hips. "Stiles!" she cried, stretching out her hand which shone white under the moon. Stiles reached out, stretching his arm but he couldn't reach, his feet stuck to the ground. 

"Derek!" Stiles shouted, as the ground swallowed him up. Emma's panicked eyes met his, a scream escaping her as goosebumps rose on his skin. The roots were almost to Emma's next, tears streaming down her face.

"Stiles why aren't you saving me?" she cried, Stiles shaking his head in confusion. "Save me" she breathed, as a root reached up, wrapping around her neck. 

"I'm trying!" he yelled back, sobbing crying as he still couldn't reach, no matter how far he stretched. "Emma!" he screamed, his throat shredding to pieces.

The dark roots twisted around her neck, one dancing across her lips. "Stiles" she breathed, the roots pulling her into the ground. "Why didn't you save me?" she whispered before the roots covered her face, Emma dissapearing into the ground. 

"No!" he screamed at the top of his lungs, his face soaking with tears. He fell forward as the ground finally released him. He embraced himself for the hard smack that would come when he landed on the ground, but it never came. 

He went numb as he seemingly fell through the ground, wind playing his his hair as he fell. Then his face landed with a gentle thud as his body was greeted by grass. He stood up quickly, tacking in his surroundings. 

His chest rose and fell in panic as he stood in a large, dark field. He winced as suddenly bright spot lights turned on, surrounding him in a circle. Stiles blinked furiously, trying to adjust to the light. A gasp escaped him as he found the Nematon, the large stump of a tree the center of the circle. 

He looked around, waiting for an explanation. But when none came, he took a step forward, and then another one. The wind began to pick up, swirling around him as leaves raised in  the air. Stiles shook his head, confusion brining tears to his eyes.

He ran his hands through his hair, clenching his eyes shut, as it was all becoming too much."You're dreaming!" he yelled over the sound of the howling wind. "This is all a dream!" he yelled louder, praying it was. "Wake up Stiles! Wake up!" he screamed, hitting his head.

His eyes opened quickly, squinting as sun streamed into his room. He sat up, blinking as he looked around his room. A large sigh of relief escaped him as his tensed muscles relaxed along with his tight grip on the sheets. 

Stiles looked to his door which creaked open, his father poking his head in. Stiles frowned at the black suit he was wearing, along with a somber expression . "Stiles, if we want to get to the funeral on time you have to get up and put your suit on" his father spoke softly, Stiles' heart beginning to race as he failed to remember who died or what had happened. 

"Funeral?" he asked, the heavy weight returning to his chest. His father sighed, rubbing his temples as it seemed like a headache took over.

"Yes. I know it's going to be hard to see her being buried but it's the least you could do. You loved her Stiles. And I think she would want you there. I went to your mother's funeral and it was hard but-"