Allure | Stilinski [1]

EIGHTEEN ➳ PANIC

warning: panic attacks, death, gore

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"Rowan, what's wrong?" Lydia frantically asked as she knelt down onto her knees and placed her hand on the brunette's. She shook in pain as everything hit her like a bus. Every emotion Rowan has ever bottled up destroyed her insides like a terminal disease. "Tell me what's wrong," Lydia cooed as she sat down beside her best friend.

Rowan squeezed her eyes shut, trying to get the tears to stop falling, but that's all they seem to be doing. The dam that deteriorated wasn't replaceable. Stiles watched her with worried eyes, feeling his heart break at the sight of her. Never in the world has he seen someone so strong break down like this.

"It-It hurts," Rowan whimpered, tugging at the roots of her hair as she looked at Lydia with green eyes drowning in despair. Her bottom lip quivered as more tears fell, splattering against the ground. Her chest rose and fell rapidly.

"What hurts?" Lydia asked, voice concerned and eyebrows cinched to show she cared.

"Everyth-thing," Rowan choked on her own wailing, making it harder to breathe. She looked up at Lydia and Stiles, heart racing at the thought of losing them as well. Rowan felt that she was losing everyone. "G-Guys, why can't I b-breathe?" She inhaled sharply, exhaling just as quick, repeatedly. "I-I can't—Fuck. Help m-me," she begged as she placed her own hand to her chest. Rowan felt her heart hitting her ribcage at a thousand miles per hour.

"Just stop thinking, and hold your breath," Stiles said softly, kneeling down to sit on the other side of Rowan. His words were soothing because his voice was like morphine to Rowan's mind, but the more she looked at him through glassy eyes and blurred vision from the tears, she couldn't help but think more.

She tried to hold her breath, only to cough when another cry ripped through her lungs. Rowan clasped her hands together, trying to get them to stop trembling, but then her whole body began to shake.

All her senses were heightened as she couldn't contain her emotions. Rowan saw the school so vividly and she remembered how they ran through the corridors from some type of creature. Was it Derek? Was it a werewolf? Rowan didn't know, yet she felt like deep down, she did. She could hear her own rapid breathing and heart rate that never slowed down. Everything was pounding against her ear drums. She smelt the familiar chemicals of the classroom, reminding her that this is real. This life or death situation was real. Rowan tasted the blood that seeped through the the cracked, raw skin of her bitten lips. She felt the tears streaming from her green eyes and she just let herself fall apart because she didn't know how to hold herself together anymore.

"I n-need to stop crying. H-Help me," she begged, shaking arms rising to grip Lydia's wrists. Her bottom lips shook with the tears that fell as she looked at her best friend with eyes swimming in her own sorrows.

Lydia, who was trying to keep her composure, brushed away the many strands of hair that stuck to Rowan's face from her own tears. Stiles didn't touch her, worried that she'd just crumble more within his touch.

"Rowan, it's okay to cry. This situation is scary, I know," Lydia said. Her voice was soft and it reminded Rowan of that phone call in the summer.

"My mom said you're coming to live with us. I'm so excited," Lydia chirped over the cell phone as Rowan stared blankly through the windows of her empty penthouse. The city continued to live and breathe, but three fourths of the Bauer family did not.

Rowan sighed, rubbing her forehead in pain. "Yeah, I'm excited too," she whispered. She was, but Rowan just couldn't help but think about the reason she had to move across the country.