I was glad I took the heels off before Stiles started to drag me down the hallway, or I would have fallen immediately as we began to run. I'm athletic, just not very graceful. I played soccer, softball, lacrosse, and tennis in years prior, but quit them all to focus on dancing. Some people say it's not a sport; I tell them to take one class and then tell me. Even though I dance a lot, outside of the studio, I am as clumsy as the next person, if not more so. So, once we got to the stairs leading to the front doors of the school, I tripped and tumbled down the entire flight, my brown hair spinning behind me. When I reached the bottom, I laid still on the floor, unsure if I broke anything. I had dealt with much worse pain before, so even if I had broken something, I would not have noticed for awhile. I shakily got up from the ground to survey the damage that had been caused by my fall. To say the least, I felt a lot better than I looked. The stairs were made of a hard, scratchy material that tore up my arms and legs, blood flowing freely down to the floor, circling my dress like a thin belt. I looked up the stairs, expecting to find Stiles and the rest of the kids, but saw no one. I turned around to face the front doors and saw them, facing sideways towards another corridor of the school. I started to walk towards them, and stifled a cry. My right foot was slightly twisted to the side, and definitely not where it was supposed to be. None of the group heard me, so I turned back around to head up the stairs, because I had forgotten my bag near the lockers. I slowly limped up, stair by stair, and I heard something coming from the area I had first met Stiles. I continued up the stairs, until someone stepped in front of me.
"What are you doing? I need to get my bag," I attempted to push past Scott, who was blocking my path. Unfortunately, my foot decided it could take no more pressure, and it gave out, causing me to collapse. Fortunately, Scott caught me with lightning fast reflexes. He moved so quickly it made me jump, startled by his arms around my waist. Being the need I had been, I had never been this close to a guy, or at least a guy who wasn't beat up everyday because he was smart and scrawny. He looked at me, assessing my injuries, taking just a bit longer to skim his eyes over my dress.
"Don't go up there." He said, a dark undertone settled in his voice. He started to place me back on my feet, and as he let go, I subconsciously grabbed tighter to his arms, unsure if my foot could support the weight.
"But my bag, I need it, it has all of my books, and my phone-"
"I think that may be the least of your worries right now," Scott threw one of my arms around his shoulder and used it to support my weight. He turned around to head back down the stairs. I sighed, and let him half carry me until I was back with the rest of the group, who were staring behind me like someone was behind us. I turned around, and saw a dark shadow looming around the corner of the hallway. Scott stopped walking and stood with his back to me, facing back towards the stairs. I heard noises, almost animal-like coming from the shadow, so I stepped out from behind Scott. It was almost like I was in a trance; I walked towards the stairs, barely aware of the pain in my foot. The others tried to stop me, but an unreal strength came over me and with a shove of my hand, they all went flying out the doors of the school. I heard others, not Stiles, Lydia, Isaac, Allison, or Scott, talking outside the doors, I could hear the footsteps approaching the doors, but I was focused on the dark shadow at the top of the stairs. Again, I walked up the stairs, one by one, as the shadow drew closer as well, slinking low on the floor. Two specks of red glinted from the blackness as I neared the top of the stairs, unaware of where my body was leading me. The shadow was still emerged in darkness, so I continued to approach it, hyper aware of the growling coming from below the red lights. I looked around, trying to understand what the shadow was, when I spotted my backpack. I blinked, and all of the pain came rushing back. I fell to the ground, right in front of the dark shadow. The red lights shifted down, almost as if they noticed my movement. Then, the shadow lurched forward, and the last thing I remember is the hot air on my face.
