Monster » (Stiles Stilinski)[Book 3]

The other half is like a nightmare.

D. O. L. L. H. O. U. S. E.

I see things that nobody else sees

"God, help me! Please! Oh my god, oh my god...Somebody help! Somebody help please!" I screamed and cried out but I knew it wasn't any use. We were here by ourselves.

No one was coming to help.

I sat there on the floor, crying and screaming while holding Stiles body. I didn't even notice if anything or anyone was around me because I felt like my whole entire world stopped. I blocked out all noise with the sounds of my cries as I clinged to Stiles body, screaming for someone to help me.

I turned around when I heard a floor board crack and was surprised to be met with...

"Derek..." I cried out as I glared at him through my tears. "What the hell are you doing here...?"

Derek didn't say anything as he walked closer to me, just staring down at my obvious devastating state. I was in no condition to go back and forth with him. "What's wrong?"

I looked at him with a glare that could cut through the thickest of material. "are you kidding me?" I looked at him in disbelief. "Stiles is dead! What do you think is wrong!" I screamed at him as I felt my eyes starting to change and my claws coming out. I quickly closed my eyes as I shook my head, trying to keep myself under control.

"That's your problem." He pointed towards me, standing up so he was looking down at me. I raised an eyebrow at him, waiting for an explanation. "Your anger. You're loosing control. You can't control your shift anymore."

"I'm fine.." I tried to ignore him as I kept trying to get Stiles to wake up.

"You're fine?" Derek questioned me. "If you were fine then you wouldn't be loosing control so easily and you wouldn't be reckless.." Derek had this knowing look on his face, like everything was completely fine. Why wasn't he helping me help Stiles? Why was he just standing there judging me? Why wasn't he helping?! "You're loosing control and you're scared you're going to hurt him." Derek pointed to Stiles who was still in my arms.

"I would never hurt Stiles." I growled at him.

Derek just raised an eyebrow at me. God I wanted to punch him in the face right now. I know we haven't exactly gotten along since he found out about my little secret but he needed to put that aside and help me help Stiles goddammit. "Really now? Care to explain that?" Derek pointed to my claws as I looked at him weird before looking down at my hands.

I gasped at the sight of my hands covered, well more like drenched, in blood. And not just any blood, in Stiles. I stood up, backing away as I looked all around me at the horrific sight in front of me. Stiles was dead, he looked like he was attacked by a savage animal.