They can keep me alive
'Til I tear the walls
'Til I slave your hearts
And they take your souls
And what have we done?
Can it be undone?
In the evil's heart
In the evil's soul

Florence And The Machines, Seven Devils

The world is a dangerous place, Abbi - Kate's voice is quiet. My aunt smiled at me, her teeth reflecting the weak rays of moonlight. Alisson sighed. I was about to get out from her bed and leave the room when Kate caught my elbow. "You girls need to stick together," She was hurting me, but didn't let go even after I squinted.

"Promise me. Promise you won't let anyone get between you two. "

Alisson glanced at me. I've never seen Kate like this before. Was she scared? Terrified? But why? "We promise." Alisson said, not so certain in her answer.

Alisson is my sister and my friend. Only friend I could count on since we move around a lot. I was hurt before. She was too. We were there for each other. "Abbigail?" Blond woman turned her attention to me, now slowly letting go the uncomfortable grip of my hand. "Of course. Kate, why are you acting like this? "She never kept secrets from us. I trust her more than I trust my mother. Kate hugged me, then tiptoed out of Alissons new room. "What was that about? " Alisson asked.

" No idea. Period? " I answered nervously. My sister's mouth raised in corners. "Good night. "

I entered my room and jumped on a big French bed. I've always admired Kate Argent. She is strong and brave. Beautiful and independent. Since I know myself, I want to be like her. Looking at the ceiling, my mind slowly drifted to a deep sleep.

"Rise and shine, Abbi. " Voice stated, pulling me out of a nightmare. A hand touched my cheek. The rough skin belonged to my father. "Lydia's already waiting for you two downstairs. "

The strong sun burned my eyes. I pushed my blanket on a floor. It took a moment for my eyes to adjust the light, but as soon as they did I noticed my feet are filthy. The toes on both of my legs are covered in dirt and mud. "Have you been sleepwalking again? " His voice is strict and judgmental. Back in San Francisco, I had a trouble with sleeping. Sleep paralysis, night terrors and sleepwalking are just few of them. "I-" Why can't I remember where I went last night?

"Go in the shower and get dressed. We'll talk after school. "

Without a word I did as he said. The smile from his face disappeared, and replaced by worried look.

After a hot shower I found the fresh clothes folded up on now made bed. Mother was here, I could tell.

Before heading out, I glanced in my reflection. All I saw was a blond girl with strong jaw. Actually the only strong thing on me was my face. Blue eyes stared back at me - judging, laughing at how weak I am.

"Nice dress, " Lydia checked me out with approval. It is actually Kate's dress I borrowed. Who's the special boy? - she winked before giving me a dress. The top is bright yellow, and skirt is black. I fell in love with that dress as soon as I laid my eyes on her.

Jackson Whittenmore stood beside his silver BMW, cocky smile resting on his face. "That took forever. " He growled. Jackson is adopted, rich, hot and popular - he has all symptoms required for being a jerk. I gave him dreadful look to let him know I'm not in a mood for his bullshit.

We drove in silence until Alisson took my hand. "Dad told me you've..."

My sister observed me. No, I thought, I don't want to talk about it.

"You gonna see Scott today? " I changed the subject cheerfully.

Kate's words echoed inside my mind - You girls need to stick together - it's not like I'm pushing her away. I'm just not telling her how I feel, that can't reflect on our sisterhood. Much.

Alisson nodded. She is excited, I can tell. Her eyes lit up after mentioning his name- Jackson frowned from the front seat. McCall is now his threat, he's isn't the best at the lacrosse anymore. And it's eating him inside. What will Jackson be after McCall takes his place as a captain of the team? Furious, that's what.

We arrived at the school just as the bell rang. Next to Jackson's car, a blue Jeep pulled over. When it's engine died, his owner opened the door and stumbled out awkwardly. It's a brown haired boy, and he waved at us. It took me a moment to recognize him. He's Scott's best friend, the one who's crazy about Lydia. Jealousy kicked my insides. Not because it was Stiles, the boy annoys me anyway, but because every guy we pass turns to check out Lydia Martin. The Queen of Beacon Hills High. I've been here for a week, and I have a big urge to prove myself. I can be better than this.

"Abbi! " Alisson waved in front of my eyes. "Earth to Abbigail Argent!" My cheeks turned slightly red after realizing I've been staring at a blue Jeep. Fortunately, the boy was already gone. Lydia took me by an elbow and leaded me through school hallway. "Lacrosse practice after school, " Lydia said to Alisson with commanding voice. "Both of you. "

I don't like the idea of spending more time with red haired girl then it's necessary. She's not the type of a person I hang out with. For me, she's to confident... and it only makes me feel less worthy.

"I'm not going. .." I say to my sister and sit down in front of a boy with a blue Jeep. Scott was sitting right behind Alisson, not moving his eyes from her.

"It's not that bad. " She lowered her head on the left.

"It's lacrosse. Of course it's gonna be bad. "

Alisson have me her puppy eyes. "Then I'm not going either. "

I glanced at the boy behind her. He had a big smile on his face. It was a dirty plan she had there - manipulating me with Scott. I wanted her to be happy with him. "Gosh, I hate you. " Alisson gave me a smile and returned to her assignment.

I couldn't concentrate on chemistry and it's molecular and atomic calculations.

I'm running through the woods, barefoot. Every now and then I accidentally stumble in a tree. There's someone running by my side - his big silhouette is shouting at me. Is he trying to wake me up? Am I even dreaming?

Then I hear it. Heavy breathing through closed teeth. It's coming closet. It's here. It's gonna get me. Kill me.

I felt a hand in my shoulder. Long fingers gripped me thigh. They aren't familiar, but they feel safe. Group of students formed around me, every face looking worried. My heart is pounding like mad clock, wanting to break out of a ribcage under my skin. My eyes scanned the fingers on my shoulder, their grip was still strong. When I looked up, Stilinski boy had his eyes locked on me the whole time. The kindness in his honey-brown eyes danced in the rays of sunlight. "Can I get my shoulder back? " The top of his ears turned red. Before letting go, he squeezed it softly. Pleasant warmth filled my lungs.

"Abbi, we need to talk about this. " Alisson did me a favor by not asking any questions for the rest of a day. As soon as the last bell rang and we headed toward wooden benches, she shoot at me question by question. It was almost like she pulled an arrow at me. "U-h. I was sleepwalking. Again. " Alisson sighed. "Last time that happened..." She started. I didn't need her to remind me of how I almost killed myself the last time I've been sleepwalking. Back in San Francisco, we had a pool in our backyard and every time someone mentions it, I feel cold water filling my lungs.

Lydia Martin took a seat between me and my sister. I exhaled in a relief. "Lydia! " forced smile formed on my face. "It seems like you're the number one lunatic today! " Looking at her face made me angry, mostly because I couldn't read it. She was a person with strong character, and you have to try very hard to figure this girl out. Most people are charmed by her look, but as soon as she opens her mouth, her words bit into your head as an poisonous snake. "Is that so? Seems like a girl can't have a anxiety attack without pulling attention to herself?" I replied sarcastically. For a moment, in the corner of her eyes, a miniature trace of fear formed. She felt threatened, and me. .. I felt powerful. .

It seemed like Jackson and Scott are at the battlefield, not lacrosse field. Although Stiles was sitting on the bench, he was nervous - his legs tapping, his long fingers digging into the wood.

Without saying a word, I jumped on my legs and headed to brown haired boy.

"Hey, " I said. Stiles jumping on his seat because I scared him made me laugh. "You okay, dude?"

He covered his mouth with hands, then dropped them. "Something bad is gonna happen. " Stilinski's eyes are locked on only one target. His best friend. And I know that kind of look, because I see it almost every day. It's kind of a look that my mother gaves my father when he's about to leave house for a job. Or the look that Alisson gave me this morning when she found out about my nightmares. It's the fear. "Wanna share?" I asked. After today's incident, it was my turn to help him.

Stiles shakes his head. It kind of hurts when someone doesn't want your help. "Okay, you're sitting on needles, Stiles." I stated as his hands tapped the wood, again and again. "And it's going to end bad for you. I speak from experience." He gave me a look with his brown eyes. Something in me tells me he's facing a really hard time. "It's not that I don't want to. I'd like to shout and yell from my lungs but...''

"You can't. No one would understand?''

Stiles nodded. I turned my attention back to lacrosse practice. It was the end of our conversation, I can't force him to tell me what is wrong with him, but I gave him a chance to see that there's someone who cares to listen. Maybe he changes his mind someday.