Chapter 7
Okay guys I haven't abandoned this story… there is a whole thing revolving why I haven't updated, and because you all have been so loyal im going to tell you… I was diagnosed with a rare spinal disorder to where my spine didn't develop fully and there is fluid now in the actual spinal cord. Its enough to cause severe pain but the risks out way the benefits when it comes to surgery. Me and my mom have been fighting for pain management and I have recently enrolled for physically therapy. This will be a life long thing, and I was recently told that the disks in my back are messed up due to the abuse I suffered with my father. Im sorry that life got in the way for my writing, but recently I have felt as if all my options have been depleted, but this makes me happy and I'm going to try and get back to it. Thank you all.
Stiles:
When I came to, all I could process was the fact that it was unnaturally bright. I had this burning need to shield my eyes, but when I tried I couldn't lift my arms. Everything felt heavy, as if it weighed a ton, and I was just so tired. Everything seemed too much for me to be able to handle. A sharp pain made itself known, showing up underneath my eyes and through my skull, almost as if I was being stabbed repeatedly with a knife to my head. I groaned out loudly, it seemed to echo off the walls only to come back screaming in my ears, making my head feel even worse.
A loud shrill caused my eyes to fly open and my body to jerk up. Everything seemed like to much but all I knew was that something was very much wrong. I pushed myself to move my legs and back myself up against the wall. There was this pain in my hands I couldn't describe and my vision swam with blurriness. My heart felt like it was beating out of its cage. I twisted and turned trying to see but everything was still fuzzy.
"Derek! He's alive! Come down here!" A distinctly female voice rang out. I went to shield my ears but my hands were locked up tight, I couldn't seem to separate them. This only made the panic that was seeping into my chest coil like a snake, locking me in place as I froze on the spot. I didn't recognize the voice nor this Derek person, all I wanted was my mom and dad.
I heard footsteps and then they stopped some distance away from me, I didn't dare open my eyes but my chest began to tighten regardless. Hands began to touch my abdomen and I flinched back hard enough to hit the wall behind me. I peeled back my eyes to see a dark skinned man on his knees and a black hair Adonis in the background. My breaths began to come out in raspy gasps as my brain tried to understand the situation. The dark skinned man was talking, I saw his lips moving, but nothing was coming out. It felt as if I was underwater and I was drowning fast. My head was whipping around and there were more people that I hadn't seen before.
"Mr. Stilinski, you need to control your breathing or else you're going to go into another seizure,"
Seizure? I've never had a seizure in my life much less go into another one. What the hell was he talking about? Where even am I?
"What?" yes it wasn't the most articulate but I think I got the point across. I went to go sit up but then noticed the pair of shiny cuffs wrapped around my hands. My eyes began to bug out of my head and everything began to spin. All of a sudden my arms were being yanked forcible and being shoved into what felt like a brick wall.
"Try and match my breaths and heartbeat, okay Stiles?" a deep voice rang out. I looked up to see it was the Adonis who shoved my hands not into a brick wall but his chest. He was looking at me with the most intense shade of green eyes that I've ever seen. He looked oddly familiar but everything seemed trapped in a hazy fog. Finally my breathing was back to normal and I didn't feel as if I was underwater anymore, but I still felt as if I was missing something. I pushed my back against the wall and let out a surprise yelp when a shock of pain went through my spine.
"Mr. Stilinski, do you remember where you are, or why you're here?"
I try and think, all that comes to mind is that maybe I got here on accident, but I couldn't remember anything besides waking up, here, alone. I shake my head to tell them no and bury myself in between my legs and back up as far as I could.
I felt as if I was trapped, pinned down with nowhere else to go. It was a scary feeling, my chest felt tight and it was as if I couldn't breathe. I felt something slide down my cheek, it was cold and wet, and it felt as if I was far away. There was pitiful noises escaping my throat. I wanted my dad, my pack, they were the only thing that could keep me grounded right now. I looked up to see the curly haired kid looking at me. he had kind eyes, almost as if he understood what I was going through. He stared at me as if I was a caged animal; he looked almost scared for me. I saw him whisper something into the black haired Adonis before the kid crossed his arms and took a soft step back, leaving the beautiful man to start to walk towards me.
I immediately shrank in on myself once again, but could still feel the sharp stares of everyone around me. Then someone knelt right by me, I heard the gasps around the room but I paid no mind to it, only concentrating on the presence before me. Somewhere in the back of my mind I realized I couldn't exactly scent him, but I felt his power, his strength, and somehow it… soothed me?
Maybe I really was losing my mind.
"Stiles?," came a gruff whisper, there was something like authority in his voice, and even if I wasn't this mysterious alphas beta, I still had this impulse to obey a command, only then did I realize it wasn't necessarily instinct. What the hell was going on!?
I looked up slowly, barely lifting my face as I watched him under my eye lashes. I heard a sharp gasp in front of me before the beautiful alpha looked away in what looked to be… embarrassment? I thought I could hear someone chuckle but I paid no mind to it, I just continued to focus on the task at hand.
"Where am I?" I said softly, barely above a whisper, almost as if i didn't want to be heard.
"Stiles my name is Derek Hale, I need you to remember how you got here," he scowled a bit but tried to remain calm. Why would he need to remain calm? There was so many questions that I wanted to ask, but they seemed so out of reach, everything was blurry and clouded around the edges, I swear I could hear my heartbeat in my ear, my lungs were burning! Was I dying? Is this how death felt?
Soon my hand was tugged, but not harshly, and set onto a warm firm chest. I looked up to see my hand was on the alp… no Derek's chest.
"Copy my breaths, in and out. Just like that," Derek said calmly. I began to copy what he was doing, holding my breath for five seconds and out for three. I stared into his mesmerizing eyes, start to itch for my paint brush before I could stop myself.
"Good, now what is the last thing you remember?" he said, his tone was brash, and it was such a trying to figure out what color they could be. He would be an excellent model; I felt my hands sudden difference that I flinched back as if he had burnt me. I heard the curly headed kid scolded him slightly before Derek seemed to realize his mistake.
"I'm sorry," he said reluctantly, gritting his teeth in the process "but it's important that you remember."
"I-I remember running," I stuttered but took a deep calming breath and continued "it was cold, and I was scared, why was I so scared?" I said more to myself then anything. Then I looked deep into Derek's eyes, there was something so familiar in them, like I had seen him before.
And just like that I remembered. I remembered everything, Kate murdering my family at gunpoint, staying at shitty motel after shitty motel, trying desperately to cover my tracks but nothing seeming to work, ditching my care and running on foot. I remembered running, running and running and running until my legs began to ache and my feet got blisters, then running some more. Then I found a clearing through the woods and thought it was my salvation only to run into Mr. Alpha and his gang of marry misfits, only to be cuffed and my wolf locked away. I was sedated and then tracked on foot like a rabid dog.
I felt so much anger, so much hurt and loss, so much grief and despair. It was as if a pit took over my heart. i didn't care anymore.
I lunged at Derek swiftly, catching him off guard and wrapping my shingles around his throat before squeezing as hard as I possibly could. I saw his face go pink and I just laughed wickedly at his pain. Good, now he can know what real pain feels like.
"I remember"
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And there we have it! I am back and will be posting a lot more frequently now. I have physical therapy but I wont let anything stop me anymore. Thank you guys for sticking with me. this means a lot to me!
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