No Matter What • Stilinski [01]

25//Dreaming

--DISCLAIMER--
I DO NOT OWN TEEN WOLF

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CHAPTER 25

DREAMING

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Cold.

Cold is all I feel.

Am I dead?

Is this what it feels like to die?

Darkness. Everything is dark. I can't see. Why can't I see? What happened? Where is everyone?

All these questions swam in my mind as a low beeping sound came in to earshot, the beeping slowly speeding up as I began to panic. Oh god, where the hell am I? Why is my neck sore? The last thing I can remember, is being at the hale house.

The hale house.

Peter.

Is he dead yet?

What happened?

Where's Scott? Allison? Derek? Stiles?

Oh, what I would do for a snickers right now...

Oh, or some reeses... Oh how I miss reeses.

The increase of the beeping seems to have caught the attention of someone beside me. Who is beside me?

And why are they holding my hand?

"Criss?"

It's a woman's voice. Where am I? Who is that?

"Crissy, honey?"

The voice of familiar, I recognise that voice. It's Jenna.

Oh god, what have I gotten myself into? Did I take drugs? Shit, I promised I wouldn't do that, oh god she is gonna be pissed.

"Oh Criss... What have you done? You promised me you'd be careful. I'm supposed to protect you... How am I supposed to do that?"

The sadness in her voice made my heart feel like it was going to fall out of my chest. I hate when Jenna's upset, especially if it's because of me.

"I can't do this. I-I'm not like your mom. A-and I'm definitely not like your dad... I c--I can't do what he done. I can't raise a teenager all on my own, i just--... I-i need you to work with me here, Crissy."

I felt her squeeze my hand tighter, and I forced everything I had in to holding her hand back, but I couldn't move an inch. I feel terrible, why do I have to put Jenna through this much pain?

I can't open my eyes. Damnit, open your eyes.

Suddenly, I heard a door open.

"Oh-oh, uh-- sorry, Ms. Thomson."

Scott?

I tried to move, to say anything but I couldn't.

I think I'm in the hospital, but why?

I heard Jenna sniffle, muttering a few 'I'm sorry's' towards Scott as her hand left mine. The squeaking of a chair made me internally cringe. She must be leaving...