When Lea Martin, Lydia Martin's adoptive sister, begins to hear voices in her head, she finds it hard to conceal everything. When she meets new friends along the way, every question she fought so hard to figure out finally comes into place.
***PLEA...
اوووه! هذه الصورة لا تتبع إرشادات المحتوى الخاصة بنا. لمتابعة النشر، يرجى إزالتها أو تحميل صورة أخرى.
Season 3 Part 2 ➳➳➳➳➳ Stiles' Point of View: I wake up gasping for air. I felt the cold air hit the back of my neck, sending a shiver down my spine. I exhaled deeply, rubbing my forehead.
"You okay?" I turn beside me and look at Lea. Part of me felt relieved to have her sitting beside me and here to comfort me.
"Yeah, I was just dreaming." I say. "It was weird. It was like a dream within a dream." I shake my head. Ever since Scott, Allison and I sacrificed ourselves to find out parents, I've been able to feel the darkness like Deaton said. Sort of kicked me hard. I figured maybe it would've been something small, like something apart of us was taken away, I figured per of our souls. But it feels more than that, and I can't even describe it. It's more than my soul, maybe something beyond that probably doesn't exist. I feel it. Sometimes it's hard to just ignore it. Sometimes, it's moments like this.
"A nightmare?" Lea asks me.
"Yeah." I sigh, grabbing her leg and giving it a light squeeze and smiling at me. It was only then did I realize Lea was here. If I remember correctly, Lea and I wanted to remain friends. Sure, the kids we shared was amazing, and I loved and appreciated every second of that kiss...but we're not dating. Neither of us have feelings towards each other. Not romantically. "Wait a sec, Lea. What are you doing here?" I ask. The sound of my bedroom door creaking grabs my attention from Lea. I see it visibly opening, revealing nothing but darkness outside the bedroom.
"Hang on." I utter, pushing the covers off my body and slowly lifting myself from the bed.
"Stiles, where are you going?" Lea asks.
"I'm just gonna close the door." I say softly.
"Just go back to sleep." Lea says, pulling back on my arm. I didn't use too much force, but I pulled away from her grasp, keeping my eyes locked on the door.
"No, no. I should close it." I shake my head. The sound of my heart pounding was in my ears.
"Don't worry about it." Lea says.
"What if someone comes in?"
"Like who?" I ignore her words and continued to move slowly to the door. Once I grew closer, I slowly reached my hand out to the door knob. "Just go back to sleep, Stiles." Lea says. Whispers fills my ears and I grew curious to see what was on the other side of the door.
"No." I utter. "What if they get in?"
"What if who gets in?" Lea asks. "Stiles, just leave it." I finally grab the door knob and I slowly pull back on it. I can hear Lydia grow into sheer panic, but I wanted nothing to do with her at this point. "Please. Stiles. Stiles, come back to bed. Stiles. Don't. Dont, Stiles. Don't! Don't go in there, please, don't! Pleas, Stiles, don't!" I finally step through the door and all I could hear for a moment was the sound of my heart beating. I continued walking a little further until the whooshing sound of the wind fills my ears. Bright lights suddenly turn on and the wind grows violent. I turn around and see the Nemeton sitting behind me. Panic begins to spark in my body and I find myself trying to convince myself.
