My name is Candice O'Brien, Cady for short. I've lived at Beacon Hills for most my life. You know how some places say that it's where dreams come true, or it's where you'll be most successful? Like New York and California? Well Beacon Hills wasn't one of those places. It was just a normal town, with a normal school, with normal people. Or so I thought.
I mean it's crazy that before I would have never thought that Stiles Stilinski, my crush for the past eight years, would be holding me in his arms, as I lay there bleeding out from a werewolf bite that had been administrated by his own best friend, Scott McCall. I mean that kind of stuff only happened in the movies right? And he was with Malia, that stupid, idiot girl that I hated with all I had.
I feel wet stuff on my cheeks and open my eyes with difficulty, my breathing now coming in short and labored. Stiles is crying, tears streaming down his face, his hair plastered to his head with sweat. I see that his beautiful brown eyes with gold are full with anger and grief, and surprisingly love. I didn't know that he loved me. I hold up my hand which had been previously trying to stop the flow of blood that was coming out of my side, and shove it in Stiles's face. He grabs it and squeezes, and I feel his other hand go to my side to replace the one that he is now holding. Everything is now becoming blurry and Stiles's face is coming in and out of my vision. I struggle to open my eyes, to make Stiles be the last thing that I would see before I die, but it is almost impossible. Then, I hear some shouts and Stiles is being dragged away from me, his cries echoing as he thrashes and kicks at his captor, trying to come back to me. I weakly try to follow him, maneuvering myself so that I'm on my stomach, but the person above me holds me down.
I squirm, trying to break free, but that's when I see her face. My best friend, Allison Argent.
"It's okay Cady, you'll be okay. You'll turn, you won't die."
Allison had been my best friend since we were little. I had lived with them for my younger years, but then I had moved to Beacon Hills with some foster parents for a while until they moved back here. Then I moved back in with them, and I got my big sister and training back.
Yes, I was technically an Argent, but I used my original parent's surname, so that I would never forget them; they had been old friends with the Argents, so they had been hunters too.
I smile at my big sister and pull her ear down to my mouth, "If I die, then tell Stiles I love him, and I love you too."
Allison grabs my hand that had been in Stiles's just moments before and she turns my head so that I'm looking at her. The looks on her face scares me; this fierce, determined look, that tells me that she isn't going to let me die no matter what.
She reaches behind her and screams, "Dad!" and then Chris Argent is above me with a box that I know is filled with emergency medical supplies. He rummages through it and forces herbs and potions and liquids into my mouth until I'm choking and struggling to breathe. And then my body starts to convulse, my vision fading in and out.
The last thing I see is Allison.
What do you think? Should I continue?
