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TWO

Everything was silent; the rain fell from the sky and rolled over my cheeks. I felt like I was drowning, liquid pooled at the back of my throat and I didn't have the strength to cough it up. Suddenly I was lifted up, weightless and floating. The rain wasn't hitting me anymore – I was cold and feather light but the fear still ached deep in my chest.

My eyes strained to open and my hands reached up to touch the shooting pain in my head. A repetitive beeping echoed in my ears and I struggled against myself, my heart punching against my ribs. The image of that creature staring back at me was still fresh in my mind and a blood curdling scream pushed its way out from the pit of my stomach.

"You're ok, you're ok, you're safe now," A gentle, female voice sounded from the door way and I scrambled back against the hospital bed.

"You're at the hospital, you're head will hurt but your injuries aren't serious, you'll be ok," The voice came from a nurse, she was young with warm, brown eyes and she smiled sympathetically towards me.

"What h-happened?" I stuttered quietly.

The woman let out a long breath, "We don't know much, the police haven't got any definite information yet and there were no witnesses. At the minute it looks like a robbery gone wrong," She replied.

"A robbery?" I frowned.

"Whoever it was, they apparently took some books from the cage in the back room…no one knows why, they weren't really worth anything, that's what I heard anyway," The nurse said as she leaned against the bed.

"It wasn't a person, it wasn't…I was a witness, I seen what it was and it wasn't a person!" I stated, my voice growing louder and more agitated. The nurse frowned but didn't say anything, she merely glanced at the drip hanging beside me and checked a few things on the monitors and glanced down towards the ground.

"I wouldn't mention that to the police when they get here," She whispered.

"How did I get out? What happened?" I asked, tears were stinging my eyes again and I fought to stop them flowing freely.

A knock on the door broke me away from my conversation with the nurse and she smiled politely at me.
"Mom, can I talk to you?" Three guys stood in the doorway, one of them was staring directly at me, his eyes bright green and his dark brows heavy with emotion.
"Excuse me," She patted my arm and moved towards the group gathering in the doorway. I watched as she glanced back towards me and then back towards the guys, she shook her head and touched her hand to her brow in what I presumed was stress or frustration. The boy talking to her pleaded – his eyes were sincere, just like hers. After a few minutes, she stood aside and the three of them entered my room, closing the door quietly behind them.
"Who a-are you?" I asked, moving up in the bed.

"My name's Scott, this is Stiles and Derek," He motioned to the others, the younger boy moved his hand up in a slight wave and his lips moved into a sympathetic smile – the other man however, his face stayed stern and unmoving, he kept his eyes locked on me.

"You're too young to be police officers," I said, struggling to raise my voice past a whisper.

"No, we're not with the police, although Stiles' dad is the Sheriff…" Scott trailed off before resuming his train of though, "We need to know what you saw…in the library."

I frowned, "I…I'm not sure."
"Is there anything you can remember? Even if it sounds crazy, it's ok, you can tell us," Scott said eagerly.

"I don't even know who you are," I said, my confidence wavering. I never had been one to be impolite or rude, although in all fairness, I'd never really had the opportunity.
"If I'm honest, I don't even know what I saw. I don't even know how I got out of that place or what happened or…" The tears were there again, I couldn't stop them this time, they flooded down my cheeks and my breath caught in my dry, sore throat.

"This is useless, she doesn't remember anything," The man Scott had introduced as Derek dismissed, throwing his hand into the air and turning away from the bed.

"And that attitude is really helping," Stiles commented sarcastically.

"What's the point in being here if she doesn't remember a thing? We've come down here and wasted time for nothing," Derek shrugged his jacket higher up on his shoulders and turned to leave the room.

"I'm s-s-sorr," I tried to get the words out but they caught between my lips, I closed my eyes and breathed slowly, in and out, "I'm sorry," I finalised and the raven haired man turned, moving back towards the end of the bed.

"Anything you remember, even if it sounds insane, we need to know," He said and I could see the tension in his jaw as he tried to act somewhat civil towards me.

"That nurse, she said not to tell the police anything weird," I said quietly, looking down at my shaking, fumbling hands.

"Like we said, we aren't the police," Scott's expression was kind and unwavering and I began to feel at ease, if only for a second.

"It didn't look like a person," I said, but my voice was so low even I could hardly hear it.

"Then what did it look like?" Derek asked, his tone was hard and demanding and it wasn't doing anything for my nerves.

"Like death," I stated, "I looked at it and I knew I was going to die." My eyes followed Scott's movement as he glanced towards Derek, his brow furrowed.
"What the hell is this? Stiles I thought I told you to stay home tonight, do you ever listen?" A man in a sheriff's uniform appeared in the door way and entered the room without waiting for my permission.

"Would you believe me if I told you that I'm merely a figment of your imagination…I'm a mirage," Stiles stood up and moved past the sheriff, disappearing into the hallway.

"If you think of anything or if anything happens, this is my address and my phone number," Scott scribbled quickly on a piece of paper.

"Scott McCall you better get your ass out of here or else you'll be as dead as my son's about to be," The sheriff called, his arms folded across his chest.

"It doesn't matter how crazy you think it is," Scott said quietly, passing me the scrap of paper before he walked out. Derek paused a second before he followed him, his eyes continued to burn into my own before he walked passed the sheriff with a deep scowl etched on his features.

"I just need you to answer a few questions," The sheriff began, moving closer to sit down in the chair by the bed. I made the decision then and there, that every question he asked me, I would answer with a lie - all in the hope that the last 24 hours would be wiped from my memory.