Apparently that thought process didn't work because my dream was everything but happy. I was in my house rolling through the kitchen. Something felt off, it felt weird and I couldn't really explain why. I wheeled into the living and stopped abruptly.
Derek was lying on the floor, looking up at the ceiling. His eyes were open and dazed. His mouth was hanging open and blood was trickling down the side of his face.
"Oh my god. Derek!" I yelled, but my voice was different. It was echoing as if I was in an empty mansion. I started to move closer to him, but something hit my chest sending my wheelchair falling backwards. I coughed, the force knocking the wind out of me. My back hit the ground and I couldn't move. I inhaled sporadic breaths, trying to get my breathing back to normal. I gripped onto my neck and coughed.
I could feel something yank my wheelchair from me, causing my leg to hit the floor. I cried out as a sharp pain shot up my leg, igniting my nerves. I held onto my leg and sat up.
In front of me was Kate, her arms crossed with a twisted smirk on her face.
She didn't say anything. The only thing she did was lift her foot and slam it down on my uninjured leg.
I screamed out, my eyes shooting open to embrace darkness. I moved frantically, trying to pull myself out of the restraints I was in. "No no no," I pleaded, my hands frantically yanking at the fabric that was around me. My breathing was quick and ragged. I kicked my legs, one of them had to be buckled down. I panicked, pain shooting up the leg that was shackled down.
There was a bright light that engulfed the room, blinding me and my sight.
I could hear a door swing open and someone run into the room. "No don't hurt me," I breathed out, trying to scoot further away. It wasn't working though, I couldn't move.
I felt someone grab my shoulders. I squeezed my eyes shut and flinched away. Slowly, my hearing came back to me and I could hear someone yelling my name. I opened my eyes and they connected with Derek's light green eyes.
"Stiles?" he questioned, his eyes scanning my face, a worried crease in his brow. His bright eyes watched me.
I breathed deeply and looked down at my legs. What I thought was my shackles was my cast and instead of restraints around me, my blanket was tangled around my body. "Oh my god," I breathed out.
Derek pulled his hands back, but kept his eyes on me.
I curled my good leg up to my chest and put my head in my hands. I tried to relax and let my breathing slow. I felt Derek place his hand on my arm, just before my limbs numbed. It felt like I was being sedated, but my mind was still sharp. My brow curled as I dropped my hands from my face and looked over at him.
His hand was curled around my arm and his eyes were shut, concentration flooding his features. Black veins were spread along his hand and curling up his wrist,
I could feel my body relax and my anxiety go away.
He grunted and pulled his hand back, flexing his fingers as the black veins slowly disappeared.
"What did you just do?" I asked slowly and carefully, scared that he was going to shut down again.
He opened his eyes and looked up at me before he stood to his feet. "I took away some of your pain," he stated slowly
I looked down at the spot his hand was on my arm. "I didn't know you could do that," I stated and looked back up at him.
He shrugged. "Most humans don't," he stated before he walked out of the room, cracking the door behind him.
I smiled to myself and looked around my room. It was still dark outside. I knew I hadn't gotten much sleep at all so I decided to try and catch a few more hours. Not surprisingly at all, I couldn't sleep and my tossing and turning was getting old. So I decided to grab my laptop from my nightstand and browse the internet. At first I was on Youtube, watching stupid videos of stupid people doing stupid things. Of course, that didn't last long though. My Google searches slowly started turning into more business related stuff and pretty soon I found myself stumbling upon the article about my kidnapping and assault. My father wasn't kidding, pretty much the whole station was on the lookout for her.
After a few minutes of this article I had had enough. I decided that, in that moment, stupid Youtube videos would be better for my mental state. I watched videos and googled stupid questions I had until the sun came up.
I had heard Derek get up and into the shower. I was perfectly capable of getting to stuff upstairs on my own, so getting to the bathroom was no problem. Now the kitchen was a different story. So I killed time sitting in my wheelchair, staring out my bedroom window.
When Derek was done I had to suffer through another awkward carry session, but for bacon and eggs I would do anything. Most of the day was spent laying around, especially for me.
I was on the recliner, my foot propped up on a pillow, when the doorbell rang. I turned toward the door and watched as Derek peeped out the window. "Who is it?" I stated quietly, fear starting to rise in me. I put down the recliner and grabbed my wheelchair. I pushed myself out of the recliner and hobbled over to my wheelchair. I plopped down in it and turned toward Derek.
"Some girl...with a ton of shopping bags."
I chuckled lightly. "I definitely know who that is," I stated and rolled over to the door. I unlocked it and opened it, rolling backwards so it could swing open.
"Stiles!"
"Hey Lydia," I smiled and motioned her in.
She rushed in, her hair pulled up in a messy bun. "Today has been a workout. Which any workout that involves shopping is my type of exercise," she chirped and placed all of the bags in the kitchen.
I shut the door and turned toward her.
She basked in her mountain of shopping bags before she turned toward me. "Now hugs," she grinned and ran over to me. She bent down and wrapped her arms around me. "I can't believe this happened to you," she mumbled, her mood darkening for a slight second.
I hugged her back, feeling the warmth of a friend. I couldn't take all this depression and pity though. So, of course, like I always do I changed the subject to make the awkwardness go away. "This is the first time I have seen you wear less than a 3 inch heel in public," I stated, my gaze dropping to her shoes.
She back further away from me and looked down at her shoes. "Ugh, I know right." She turned toward Derek, her smile broadening. "So this is your hunky werewolf?"
I started to open my mouth to say something, but anything I could've said about that comment would of either embarrassed me or insulted Derek and I wanted neither of those choices.
"I'm Lydia," she stated and stuck her hand out to him.
Derek smiled, a weary smile, but it was a smile. "Derek," he stated and shook her hand.
Lydia nodded at him before she turned toward me once again. "Alright enough chit chat. Time for the gifts," she chirped and bounded into the kitchen.
I followed her in my chair. "Gifts?"
Lydia glanced at me over her shoulder. "You know I can't just buy groceries. Talk about boring. And besides I give the best gifts," she stated and proceeded to pull out many different things.
At the end of her presentation, me and Derek had probably five different outfits. She had bought me some movies and a couple video games. She bought Derek some books and a whole kitchens worth of food.
She stayed a little longer after that, basically just sitting around and talking with me about anything and everything.
Derek used this time to fix dinner.
As soon as Lydia left Derek and I ate dinner and we sat down and watched some tv.
I glanced over at Derek before I sat up and scooted my wheelchair closer to me. I got up and hopped over to my chair before I sat down.
Derek looked over at me. "Going upstairs?"
"Yeah I um...have to take a bath," I mumbled and rolled out of the room towards the stairs. I stopped in front of them and stood up, waiting for Derek.
He walked up behind me and scooped me into his arms. He carried me upstairs and sat me on my bed before he walked back out the room. He returned seconds later, pushing my wheelchair. He stopped it in front of me and held it steady as I switched from the bed to the chair.
"I'll get you some clean towels."
I nodded and watched Derek leave the room. I gathered clean clothes and made my way into the bathroom. I sat my clothes on the toilet and turned toward the mirror hanging on the door. I stared into the floor length mirror. I could see how bad I really looked. I had a bruise that stretched from my ear to my nose. Cuts were decorated along my face and my neck had a bruise that stretched all the way around. My lip was busted open and just starting to heal. My skin was pale, paler than it normally was.
I jumped when the door opened. I scooted back and looked down at the ground.
"Here's some towels," he stated and sat them next to the tub. When he stood back up he paused.
I looked up at him and watched his eyes narrow.
His eyes moved from me to the mirror then back to me. He opened his mouth to say something, but he quickly changed his mind and walked out of the room. He gently shut the door behind him.
I stayed in the same spot for a second, before I moved. I didn't dare look back into the mirror. Instead, I turned toward the bath and pushed myself towards it. I honestly have no idea how I managed to undress myself and successfully get into the bath without breaking another bone in my body. I was pretty proud of myself until I actually got out. I had managed to get my cast stuck inside of my shorts. I tugged on the fabric causing a sharp pain to flare up my leg. I inhaled a sharp breath and gently tried fixing my shorts. I cursed under my breath right as I finally managed to get my leg through.
There was a light knock at the door. "Are you...okay?" Derek asked, slight hesitation lacing his voice.
I grabbed my shirt and slipped it over my head before I spoke. "Um yeah...I just," I started and turned. I rolled over to the door and opened it.
Derek was standing in the hallway, watching me carefully.
"I just got my leg stuck," I stated and smiled.
Derek looked down at the ground, a slight smile playing on his lips.
"Alright I'm heading to bed," I stated and watched Derek nod slowly before he looked up at me.
He stepped sideways allowing me room to pass, but he kept his eyes on me.
I grabbed onto my wheels and started to push myself forward. I stopped when I felt Derek's hand grip onto my bicep. I stilled and looked up at him.
He drew his hand back slowly, but his gaze stayed on me. His eyes lowered, his gaze trailing the wounds on my neck before he looked back up at me. "You don't have to do this," he mumbled, his voice low and careful.
"Do what?"
"This. All of it. The shelter, the protection, the vigilante act that you're striving for," Derek stated, his voice raising slightly.
I stared at him blankly for a few seconds, before I was able to gather my thoughts. "I'm not striving to become this hero. In fact everything that I have done has had the exact opposite result. People view me as a hypocrite...and to be quite honest, I don't care. So I'm so sorry that I'm trying to help you and keep you from having to suffer," I mumbled, sarcasm lacing my voice. I kept his gaze even though he towered over me.
Derek's nostrils flared as he stared down at me for a few seconds. "That's not what I meant. All I'm saying is that when you change your mind about keeping me I won't blame you," he mumbled, impatiently.
I sighed. "I've already made my mind up Derek. She's not winning this. So whatever it takes I'm willing to do it."
Derek opened his mouth to say something, but it seemed he changed his mind again. His eyes trailed the ground before he turned and walked down the hall.
I watched him retreat into his room before I continued into my room. This was one topic that Derek would not get a say in. When I made it into my room I rolled over to my bed and put the brakes on. I pushed myself up onto my good leg and hobbled over to my bed before I plopped down. I pulled my legs up onto the bed and tried to make myself comfortable. I wanted to at least try and get more sleep tonight.
I managed to get comfortable, but I wasn't able to stop the flood of nightmares that shrouded my mind.
