Always back to you..(A peter hale love story)

Running out of time

In the beginning it was easy to ignore everything because I was focused on the task at hand. Getting unchained and creating a plan to get out.  After the chains came lose and nothing I tried worked I no longer had something to distract me. The air in the room was becoming thick and my body felt like ice. I had no fight left in me and  I felt so drained. Peter was dead and no one was going to find me because no one knew where I'd be. The fear and panic that I had been pushing away bubbled to the surface.My throat was horse and soar from shouting hoping that someone would hear me. My head was throbbing and my eyes were starting to get heavy, I was so tired all I wanted to do was sleep. I began to let my eyes close when I heard something.' You can't sleep' a voice in my head said ' If you fall asleep you might never wake up' it whispered to me. The voice sounded like Bellamy which calmed me, the next voice was different ' remember what we taught you' it whispered to me ' Fight it ' it whispered again. ' Mom?'  I tried to ask the voice ' Be strong sweetie ' I hear it say again. I couldn't give up, I had to see my family again. I opened my eyes and shakily got up from the floor. My head continued to throb and my legs felt like jelly but I knew I had to try something else. I felt along the wall and let my hand glide across each of the cold jagged bricks hoping to maybe find one that was lose.  I felt all along each of the walls as high as I could reach before my fingers dragged across a particularly sharp brick that sliced through my pinky. I hissed in pain and brought my hand up to my face to inspect the cut. It was small but deep as blood was steadily flowing out of it "Damn it" I said before I tried to pull my sleeve down to cover it. The sleeve wasn't staying so I pulled at my shirt until I tore a piece off and tied it around my finger. In a fit of anger I bashed my fists again the wall and felt pieces on rock falling on me. Looking up I squinted a bit and tried to focus more before I saw it. Up in the left corner some of the bricks were beginning to crumble and fall to the ground. I jumped to try and reach them to get to them but I couldn't, it was to high up. I brought my foot up and stepped onto one of the bricks that was sticking out and hosted myself up before stepping onto another. I climbed up to the top and I could just about reach the crumbling bricks. My hands were gripping onto the wall for dear life as I shifted myself over a few feet and readied myself to reach for the top bricks. I took in a shaky breath of air before I slowly took one of my hand away from the wall and began to reach up. My finger had just reached the brick and the rest of the pieces began to fall when my other hand started to slip. I quickly tried to get back my grip as I felt the bricks below my feet start to crack. I fell back and let out a scream as my body collided with the cold hard ground. I tried to break my fall with hands even though I knew I'd regret it. All I felt  was pain. My wrist broke my fall and snapped under the pressure sending lighting bolts of pain shooting up my arm . My head hit against the ground and a resounding SMACK! was echoed throughout the room. As I lay on the ground staring blankly at the hole in the ceiling my mind went blank. Pain engulfed me and held me down as I felt my eyes start to close. I blinked and blinked as my eyelids became heavier and heavier until they fell closed. The darkness that followed felt like heaven. The pain was gone and the cold was replaced with a warmth that I felt all around me. I welcomed the darkness and let it take me away. 

Peter's POV

When I woke up again it was no longer dark out. The light that shone in from the windows burned my eyes so I shut them again and turned my head. Only after a few seconds did I notice that I could move again and with moving came pain. I opened my eyes and scanned the room looking to see if anyone was around. I couldn't spot anyone so I tried to turn a little more but my actions were met with a blinding pain. Fire erupted in my stomach and spread through out my entire body. I let out a low growl and stilled my body as the waves of pain ran through me. "Peter" I heard a familiar voice say so I opened my eyes again and was met with Lydia " The banshee, how lovely" I said while trying to move ever so slightly trying to not stretch my wounds.  She rolled her eyes before asking " How are you feeling?" to which I said " Like I got shot with a wolfsbane bullet, how do you think i feel?" I said very annoyed. " Do you remember anything else about being attacked?" she asked making me think of Harley " I...no" i said which only made me feel worse " Nothing? the pack have been out searching all night but they haven't found anything." she said sounding worried. " Stiles texted me saying that him and Derek are on the way here since you're awake again." she said just as I heard the door opening and in walked Deaton along with Stiles and Derek. " Good to see you awake  Peter, how are you feeling?" asked Deaton so which I rolled my eyes before saying " like I got shot, how do you think I feel. Seriously who else wants to ask me the same idiotic question" I looked up at Derek and he had the same annoyed stoic expression he always wore but his eyes showed something different. ' Sadness. Worry. Fear. Anger ' I didn't understand them at first until it clicked together in my mind ' He didn't want to lose me. Sure, he may not like me very much....or at all but we're still family and nothing will change that. Though he did kill me once. He's lost just about everyone except for his sister and I. We don't have anyone else. ' At that I gave an honest answer to how I was feeling " My wounds still hurt but not as much as before. Whatever I was given for pain wore off so its just a bit of a dull ache and only intensifies if I move too fast in a certain way. I've survived worse than this." I spoke all the while looking straight at Derek to which he gave a small barely noticeable nod and a small flicker of relief flashed in his eyes. " Alright good, thats good " said Deaton " Have you found anything?" I asked even though I didn't think they had " No, whatever attacked you at your apartment Isn't a scent I recognized" said Derek before Stiles spoke " The bullets left behind had these weird symbols on the end's of them and I haven't been able to find what the symbol means. After we leave here I'm meeting up with Chris to see if he can help at all" he said as he chewed on his thumbnail and tapped his foot on the ground. The young boy seemed to be buzzing with energy ' Looks like someone forgot to take his meds '. "I've been thinking and I might have a way to help you remember what happened. Derek, do you remember what we did when Isaac couldn't remember where he saw  Boyd and Erica?" asked Deaton, at the mention of his two fallen pack mates Derek seemed to tense and stiffly nodded in response " Well we can do the same thing now, If Peter is up to it and his wounds are healing at a good rate" said Deaton as he shifted his gaze from Derek to me. " I'll do it, we need to find her before it's too late so just do what needs to be done" I said, Deaton gave Derek a list of things that he'd need and before I knew it they were gone and I was drifting of to sleep again