When I was little I used to be afraid of dying. I wasn't sure what was going to happen, but when I was eight years old I decided against heaven and hell and on oblivion. I thought it was going to be scary and painful and maybe just a lot boring. I had an irrational and inexplainable fear of oblivion.
Now I'm not sure why because it's none of the things I thought, instead it's simply….peaceful, soothing…easy.
It's like your floating and flying at the same time and you're not sure where your feet are exactly but they're there and it's peaceful. I wasn't exactly happy but I certainly wasn't sad. I was content.
I'll never be quite sure what brought me out of my little oblivion, and I'll never be sure whether I hate it or love it.
-O-
I slowly blinked my eyes open, groaning at the pain in my lower stomach. There was a prick in my arm and something in my nose and it was annoying me. I soon realised the prick in my arm was a drip and the thing in my nose was an oxygen supply.
"Violet?" My father's worried voice made my eyes wonder to him.
"Wh-" my voice broke. I cleared my throat. It felt like I hadn't talked in days. "What happened?" I asked.
"You were attacked by an animal, on your run," Stiles cut in, giving me a look. "You got a couple scratches."
I gulped and nodded. "Oh yeah," i said. "W-where's Derek?" i suddenly asked, sitting up.
"So you do know him," my dad hummed.
"What happened?" I demanded.
"He brought you in. Said he found you in the woods passed out," dad said. "But then he hasn't left." He glanced behind him to where I spotted Derek leaning against a wall, his hands in his jacket pocket, his eyes cast down ward, his jaw set hard.
"I want to see him," I said, pushing myself so I was sitting up.
"Why? How do you know him?" Dad asked.
"I just do ok!" I snapped. He gritted his teeth and gave a terse nod before walking out. Stiles scrambled over to me.
"What the hell is wrong with you? What happened?" He demanded.
"It was the kanima. The night at the pool," I said.
"The night at the pool?! You didn't tell us?!" Stiles half shouted, half whispered.
"I didn't want you guys to worry…" I said. Just then the door opened and Derek walked in. Stiles straightened up and gave Derek a look before walking out. Derek refused to meet my eyes, standing as far away from my bed as possible.
"Derek…" I trailed off.
"How could you not tell me?" He demanded quietly.
"I didn't want anyone to worry," I tried.
"Violet you're in the hospital because of me. You could have died, you did die!" His voice slowly got louder till he was shouting.
"What?" I asked.
"Your heart stopped and they had to start it again," he said. My breath caught in my throat.
"I-…"
"What would I have done if you had have died?! Because of me! Every single time I asked if you were ok and you blatantly lied! Why would you do that? Who in there right mind thinks that they can just-" He let out a shout of frustration and smashed his hand against the wall, leaving a small dint. I flinched and slowly pulled the drip out of my arm and the oxygen out of my nose. He quickly rushed over to my bedside, trying to usher me back into bed.
"I'm fine," I said and he growled at me. He has not growled at me before.
"No you're not," he declared angrily. I cupped his cheeks, resting my forehead against his.
"I am, because you're here," I said quietly.
"Violet," he groaned, breathing my scent in deeply and hating the way the hospital tinted its perfection. "I've lost so many people. Please don't be one of them," he begged and it was very rare that anyone saw him like this, vulnerable and pleading instead of closed up and commanding like the alpha he was, like the alpha he was supposed to be.
"I'm not going anywhere," I promised and prayed to god it was the truth.
-O-
A/N: So I just quickly wrote this and figured it would tide you guys over 'till my next update which could be awhile sorry xx Also Violet was only out for a couple hours and I'm adding an extra day into teen wolf time for this xx love you guys pleaseeeeeeeeeeeee reviewwwwwwwww just a comment, something you want to see, anything.
