New Girl // Stiles Stilinski [1]

Chapter 38: The Dream

I opened my eyes to a room.

A room that seemed oddly familiar but I couldn't quiet put my finger on it.

From the looks of it, it looked like a living room. The furniture looked a little old, but not 18-century old. Maybe the late 90s, early 2000's old.

"Where am I?" I whispered as I walked around.

"Well don't you remember?" A voice echoed through the room.

I spun around to see no one.

"Who's there?" I gulped nervously.

All I heard was a child's laugh, echoing through the house.

"Show yourself!" I said loudly.

The laughter echoed again.

I tried running away but it seemed I was running through an illusion. Any where I would go, I ended up back where I was.

I ran up the stairs and entered a room.

The room was different. Maybe I had found a way out.

I took another step in and the door slammed behind me.

I gasped and turned around.

My heart was pounding with fear.

I backed away but stopped when I ran into something.

I turned around slowly and saw it was a mirror.

Though, I didn't quite see myself in it.

I saw a little girl.

She looked just like me when I was about 7 or 8 years old.

"Where am I?" I asked my reflection, not exactly expecting an answer. It was more of a rhetorical question.

"You won't remember unless you turn it off." She said to me, smiling widely.

"I'm not turning it off."

"You have too. You have to let him in. He's very nice. He promised he won't hurt you. Just turn it off."

"No." I took a step back. "I won't!"

"TURN IT OFF!" She then began screaming and the mirror broke.

"Brianna, wake up!"

I eyes shot open and I was breathing heavily, though I wasn't moving.

"What the hell?" I looked down and saw I was strapped to the bed.

"They put you in the five-point restraint system. I'm guessing you didn't get into the basement." I saw Malia standing over me.

"Malia, you have to break these off of me, I think Stiles is in trouble." I tried wiggling out but no use.

"How?" She looked at me confused.

"You have to use your supernatural strength." I tried getting my arms out, but this is seriously no use.

"Well why don't you use yours? I don't know how!" She started pacing around the room.

"I can't because I don't have the strength because I don't have blood in my system. I've told you this already." I sighed and rolled my eyes.

"Well what if you did, have blood in your system, wouldn't it work for like, a little? Before you threw it back up. Worth a shot right?" 

"Where are you going with this, Malia?" I closed my eyes in annoyance.