Sagesse ☾ Derek Hale {2}

six; night terrors

My eyes stay closed as I slowly inhale through my nose and let the air escape from my mouth. Though I can't see a thing, I feel completely at peace and my body feels content. Then I hear them. The whispers coming from every direction, but with one destination.

Me.

Unlike the first time, one voice is slightly clearer and stronger than the rest. My eyes twitch as I try my hardest to pick up the sound.

'One of great power shall be coming in your wake,'

Suddenly I feel my conscious moving towards me and the voices begin to echo. I cringe as they grow louder and more urgent.

'You must guide the truest of those around you,'

My once steady breathing begins to become irregular as the echoes turn deeper and the whispers start to blend together.

'Enlighten them with the kind...'

I squeeze my eyes shut as I try to focus on the wavering voice. The once non-existent wind around me begins to pick up and the feeling of my hair being blown around startles me.

'Wisdom inside you....key to true and honest....the power..."

My finger tips begin to tingle so intensely and I turn my hands into fist at the strong sensation.

I gasp as my eyes fly open. I pull in a deep, much needed, inhale of air and sit up quickly. My eye sight seems sharper as I stare at the familiar room around me and I take in the strange, unknown feeling inside me. I undoing fists and the tingling feeling surrounding my fingertips dwindles down to near nothing.

I blink away the remaining tiredness from my eyes and look to the clock on my nightstand.

5:26 a.m.

I groan and fall back against my bed. I let out a puff of air and let my eyes fall close again. I feel chills race down my spin as I think of the dream I just woke up from. I try to think back to the words I had heard, but my mind feels too fuzzy to recall them.

After a few minutes of failing to fall back sleep, I let my feet touch the ground and I head to the shower. I silently let the bathroom door shut behind me and I grab two towels out of the closet. I reach over and turn the water on hot before taking off my wrinkled pajamas. I move from the cold air and into the warm shower before letting out a relaxed sigh. I know the lack of sleep is going to kill me later in the day, but I try to push that thought away.

I close my eyes and let the water warm my body as the steam begins to fill the bathroom. I run my hands tiredly over my face and then lean my forehead against the warm shower wall. Since the night I was bit by Peter, I've gotten no more then 3 or 4 hours of sleep a night. It seems that I'm either up all night with the thought of never knowing what I am, or being awoken by misunderstood whispers in my dreams.

Although, tonight I did understand them, I just can't remember them. I know I heard it. I cross my eyebrows trying my hardest to think back into my subconscious and hear the words again, but I groan frustrated and pull my head away from the wall. I stare as I notice a small red smug where my forehead was just resting.

My eyes grow wide as I recognize the crimson color and I raise my hand to my forehead to feel for some kind of cut, but I don't feel anything. I slowly lower my hand, but my breath gets caught in my throat as I realize it's completely covered in the red substance. I raise my other hand and let out a gasp as I see blood completely covering it also. I step back and almost slide in the water under me. I grab the wall and try to steady my feet, but when I look down a let out a scream at the sight of blood covering the bottom of the shower up to my ankles. I rip open the shower curtain and rush out of the shower before quickly wrapping a towel over my shaking body. I reach over and grip the counter, taking in deep gulps of air. I look up to the foggy mirror and let out a cry when I see two people I never thought I would again. Kate and Peter both stand in the reflection with their throats ripped open. I push myself away and my back collides against the wall and I fall to the floor. I inhale deeply as large tears leak from my eyes. I put my hands against my ears and close eyes tightly. I gasp out as I hear the whispers from my dreams start to crowd me.

"Leave me alone," My voice is no higher than a whisper and I grip my head harder as I hear the bathroom door handle turning. "Please."

I jump as I feel a hand wrap around my arm and I move to pull away, but when my eyes meet familiar brown ones I let out a relieved breath. I wrap my arms around Allison's shoulders and pull her close to me. "What happened?!" Her voice is light, but filled with worry. I inhale deeply and look down to my hands, but I stare blankly as they are completely clean. I slowly shake my head and move towards the shower. I watch as the remaining bit of clear water goes down the drain and I sit back trying to piece together what just happened. "Abby?" I snap back into reality at her voice and without turning around, I force out a light laugh.

"I almost fell in shower and had a complete meltdown. Hey, I'm really sorry if I woke you up," I shakily stand to my feet and wipe my face dry. "You should go back to bed before we need to get up for school." I still stand facing away from her until her hand on my arm turns me to her.

I can immediately tell by the look her eye that she doesn't buy my story one bit. She watches me closely, "I've been letting the constant tired look your face and the repeated nightmares slide, but this...why are you even awake this early? Abby, what's happening with you?"

I stare into her eyes for a second and almost let the truth slide out of my mouth, but I can't. I can't drag her into my mess of a life, not when she has her own problems to deal with. "I told you, I just barley missed falling on my ass. I have a ton of late homework I needed to catch up on before school, so I got up early. Al, it's not biggie, stop worrying about me." I grip her hand before moving around her and out of the bathroom. I walk quickly to my room before shutting the door tightly behind me. I lean my back against it and let out the air I had been holding in. I look to the clock and realize it's already nearing 6:30, so I walk to my closet and slide open the door. I slip into a pair of ripped light jeans and pull over my Star Wars t-shirt, before throwing my damp hair into a messy bun.

I stare at my reflection in the mirror and try to ignore the feeling of worry creeping up on me. I almost didn't even recognize myself.