Have you ever woken up DEAD? Well I did... when I was eight years old I woke up in my bed covered in blood. I found my mother, father, and baby sister all dead in their sleep. Soaked in blood. From then on I felt like death. Everyone around me dies...
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STILES MUMBLES THRASHING BACK AND FORTH IN BED AS HE SHAKES HIS HEAD, "No, no, no, no, no... Don't let them in. Don't let them in. No, don't let them in."
A loud bang sounds making him sit up straight with a gasp. He looks around frantically while letting out pants.
"You okay? Stiles?"
The girl lays her hand on Stiles' shoulder trying to bring him some sort of comfort.
Stiles exhales holding his chest, "Yeah, I was just dreaming. It was weird. It was like a dream within a dream."
"A nightmare?"
"Yeah..." Stiles frowns thinking about the voice of the girl beside him. Honestly at first he thought it was Lydia seeing as she had checked on him every other afternoon but he knew this voice a little too well.
"Wait a second..."
Slowly turning to the side, Stiles stares into green glimmering eyes that make him jump back in shock. The girl looks at him in question while rubbing his arm.
"Stiles seriously you're freaking me out."
Stiles shakes his head, "This can't be... Luna, what are you doing here?"
Luna's eyebrows furrow as she purses her lips, "I don't understand what you mean Stilinski. I'm always here."
Stiles' jaw clenches as he tries to think of how to end this heart wrenching nightmare. He had way too many dreams of Luna before and he got better. Now this was just torture. This seemed too real to be a dream.
"Luna... you can't be here. You shouldn't."
"Why?"
Stiles sighs lightly grabbing her face. His thumbs graze her cheeks as he stares into what he thought was the most beautiful eyes he had ever laid his on.
"Tater tot... I don't know how to tell you this, but you're..."
Luna frowns gazing into Stiles' now sad eyes, "What? I'm what?"
Stiles gulps, "You're dead... you died almost three months ago..."
"W-what?" Luna stammers sadly.
"I'm sorry Luna. This isn't real. You're not real."
"I'm not real? I-I don't remember anything... I don't remember dying."
Frowning as Stiles watches a tear fall down Luna's cheek, he wipes away the drop before bringing his lips to her forehead.
"This is just a dream... I don't know why it feels so real."
"But I-I... three months? Has the nightmares started? For Allison and Scott I mean."
Stiles frowns in question, "Nightmares? I don't think so. Why would they have nightmares?"
Luna stares ahead blankly then curses looking around, "It hasn't happened yet. You're just now having nightmares. They're next... you guys haven't closed the door yet."
