A/N: Sorry for such a long wait, school gets busy. Hope you like this one :)
Sleeping is harder than school. Even with the odd looks, the whispering behind my back, the constant question of what happened, I have my friends there to get me through the day with a smile on my face. But when I am in bed, all by myself (actually, Lydia or Allison is almost always next to me, but still you get what I mean), I can't shake the feeling of something going on inside of me.
Like a darkness pulling me deep inside of it. Like a hand tugging me further inside of it, but before I reach the dark tunnel, I am shaken awake by a new face each day, dragging me from the darkness and into the sunlight.
Mornings are the worst, I think. I never was a morning person. I like to think of myself as more of a night animal. A werewolf doesn't fit me at this point, and I was always afraid of owls as a kid, so I have now decided I am a cat. A cat missing a leg. Agile occasionally, sly but fun to play with.
My prosthetic came yesterday. Dad helped me try it on, and as I stood up on it, I crinkled my nose and quickly sat back down.
"Is it supposed to feel like that?" I asked Dad.
"Feel like what? An actual leg?" He jokes, rubbing my shoulder.
"I actually walked around feeling like that for sixteen years? How horrible." I suppose I have gotten used to not having a leg these past few weeks, and putting a fake one on just feels out of the normal.
"Well don't you want it to be able to get out of that wheelchair?" Stiles leans against the doorway to thee living room, smiling faintly.
"I'm using the crutches now!" I defend myself, but my brother knows all fully well about the fit I threw last week on how I felt constricted and small in my wheelchair. I hated it. The crutches at least let me do something for myself.
"I know, and we thought the prosthetic would come sooner, so it's partially our fault." Dad agrees. I hear the front door open and loud voices carrying through the hallway, seeing Scott and Isaac holding plenty of grocery bags in their arms.
"We got more food. Turns out we went through a lot last night." Scott begins taking cookies and pasta out of one bag, already knowing where to put it.
I notice Stiles' eyes flicker back to the door and hold as Lydia walks in, twirling her car keys around her finger. "There's a few more bags, guys." She informs the two who have already brought in at least fifteen bags in one trip (werewolf perks).
"You couldn't grab them?" Isaac raises his eyebrows at her, and she does the same in return.
"I just got my nails done. I'm not chipping them on a bag full of soda." She scoffs.
"More Dr Pepper?!" I squeal, standing up before I realize how unstable I feel in the leg. I attempt to step forward to catch myself, but that in turn sends me tumbling forward. I close my eyes in preparation for the hit, which never comes.
Isaac sets me into the couch again, chuckling at my clumsiness as I shrink into myself. "You need to work on that." I shove his shoulder and he pretends to be hurt, rubbing his shoulder and he lays out next to me.
"You really should practice that, Blair." Dad says. I nod, knowing if I am going to wear this for the rest of my life, I should get used to it. "While I'm at work you will practice, right?"
"I will, Dad. I'll walk the house a few times." I tell him, getting some help from Isaac to stand to hug him goodbye. It seems he is always at work these days. Burying himself in his work instead of grief for me.
As Dad walks out the door, Lydia runs to me and throws her arms around me as she settles into the couch. "So, what movie tonight? I was thinking Tangled."
Lydia has had a recent obsession with Tangled, a movie she knows good and well I love also. "I cant say no to that." She grins and texts Allison to get here soon, and Scott goes to order a pizza. I'm sure we have ordered so many the past few weeks they have memorized our order and address.
"I can go grab the mattress and blankets." Lydia announces and she stands and grabs Stiles' arm. "I'll need help." He nods and smiles as he follows her out the door.
"What's up with them?" Isaac asks me.
I shake my head, both our eyes on their departure up the stairs. "Truthfully? I have no idea. Something seems to be up, though. Lydia is always here."
"Aren't we all?" Isaac knocks his knee against mine, grinning like a kid.
"Well, yeah, but do you ever see her down here when you sleep?"
"Not at all."
"And she isn't in my room every night." I hint to him.
"So where?-oh. Oh." His eyes widen and he glances again at the stairs.
"I'm not thinking they do what you think they do, but yeah. In his room." I nod, and I glance away from the stairs, partially proud and partially disgusted.
Scott comes into the room, carrying two sodas in his hand. "Here you go," He sets the two on the table next to me.
"You know me so well." I grin and take a sip of the soda.
I stand up slowly, and I can see out of the corner of my eye that both Scott and Isaac watch me, senses heightened, prepared to race over to me and catch me if I tumble again. But, with some luck, I make it to the movie drawer to grab Tangled from the top of the stack. I set in in the DVD player and walk myself back to my seat next to Isaac, grinning to myself as I get back without a fault.
"No-I didn't say that, I said the first episode was better-" Lydia laughs as she walks back in, her arms filled with pillows and a few blankets.
"You can't take it back, Lyds. It doesn't work that way." I glance at Isaac as my brother talks to Lydia with a nickname.
"So you can carry all of that but not two bags that weigh less?" Scott asks, and Lydia chucks a pillow at him.
"These pillows are soft, and bags of god knows what isn't. And most of it is cold and crunchy." Her nose scrunches as she sets up the mattress and blankets.
Allison walks in as the movie starts, her smile brightening the room a few notches. "This movie is so great." She gushes, all but humming the first song already.
"No one can argue!" Lydia says before us three girls burst into song, memorizing the song after just a few times of watching this late at night.
The guys stay quiet for the first half hour, and then they eventually loosen up and quietly sing along. We quiet down by the end, our eyes tearing up by the end, drooping by the credit scenes. I am half asleep, barely enough energy to reach down and unhook the prosthetic. My head droops onto Isaac's shoulder, and hearing his deep breathing I know he is close to sleep also.
"Do you need me to get you up to your room?" He whispers, his words close to my ear. I shake my head, glad he is worried but to comfortable to move.
"I want to sleep here tonight."
"I don't think your dad would be too happy about that."
"I fall asleep down here all the time, plus it's Friday. He won't mind."
"At least move down to the mattress." Isaac shifts away from me, taking the warmth with him.
"No-" I start, but seeing him move down to the mattress also, I shuffle my body down the couch and to the mattress also, sliding between him and Allison, who is already sleeping on a sliver of the mattress.
"See? It's comfy down here too." Isaac whispers, close enough that I can feel him breathing on my neck. I am too caught up in the moment to speak, nodding my head and pulling a blanket across my body.
With my eyes falling, Isaac's heart beat soothing and loud, I lean into him and fall asleep.
The darkness doesn't come tonight, and my dreams are better than usual. More of the sun, less of the dark that pulls me away so often.
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