Scars (A Stiles Stilinski FanFic) COMPLETED

Eighteen

Stiles

Today Coach was taking us on a field trip. We were on the school bus, three hours into our journey when Coach wouldn't let any of us off to go to the bathroom. That was until Jared puked on the bus and we were all evacuated. After awhile we were back on the bus for another few hours. Stella was sleeping on my shoulder. Another three hours and it was dark out, the bus came to a complete stop and we had arrived. I woke Stella up. We all piled off the bus and Coach was holding a bunch of room keys. Stella stood next to me holding my hand. "I've seen worse" Scott said. "Where have you seen worse?" i asked and Coach Linstock blew his whistle. "Listen up, the meet has been postponed til tomorrow, This was the closest motel with the most vacancy's " He replied "Pair up choose wisely" Coach said. I squeezed Stella's hand as I could tell she found this place a little scary. I was going to stay with Stella. Stella and I walked over to coach and took a key. Room 218. "I will have no sexual perversions, perpetrated by you little deviants" he said. Scott tapped me on the shoulder as he was next door to me and Stella with Malia. Stella stopped looking at Lydia. "Lydia?" she said. "I don't like this place" Lydia replied. "I don't think the owners of this place like this place" Malia replied. "Its just fro one night" Scott replied. "A Lot can happen in one night" Lydia replied. Stella and I went to our room. "Separate beds. Great" I sighed. "Hey we can just move them together" Stella replied as she walked over to her bed trying to move it closer to mine. "The thing is glued to the wall" she replied. "Guess we'll just have to squeeze into the one bed" I winked at her. "Nope I'm sleeping in this bed alone tonight" she replied as she placed her bag on the bed. "This place feels weird to me" Stella said. "Stella its fine okay. Lydia was over reacting nothing is strange about this place. Its just for the night and tomorrow night, after the Lacrosse meet we will be home back in our own beds" I informed her. "Still this place creeps me out" She replied as she crossed her arms and looked around the room. "You hungry?" I asked. "Starved" she giggled. "I'm gonna run down to the vending machine and see what I can get for us. You sure you'll be okay here on your own for like a minute?" I asked. "Yeah I'll be okay" she smiled a little. I kissed Stella and said a quick "I Love You" before rushing out the motel room door and down the stairs where the vending machine was. Boyd was standing there. i gave him a quick "Yo" as I reached for a dollar in my pocket. B

Boyd was getting Peanut Butter crackers when they got caught in the machine. I want to shake it but he just punched the glass and it shattered. Boyd looked like a Zombie. Boyd took what he wanted and left. Since the machine was broken I grabbed some food for me and Stella and walked back up to the room. As I got to the room Stella was gone. I ran out of the room and banged on the door of Scott's room. Scott opened the door. "Stella's gone" I panicked. "What do you mean gone?" he questioned. "I left her in the room to go get food at the vending machine and when I came back to the room she was gone but her key and bag are still there" I informed him. As I walked into Scott's room Malia started acting weird.

Stella

I was down at reception explaining how the towels in my room reached of Nicotine and how I wanted fresh ones. A woman turned around. "Sorry about that sweetheart" she replied. I was looking around her booth and my eyes landed on a number "198" I said to myself. "What does that number mean?" I asked. "You really want to know sweetheart?" she asked. I nodded. "Since this motel opened my Husband likes to keep track of the most guest suicides that have happened here" she said. "198?" I said. "And counting" she smiled at me. I was officially freaked out. I went back to the room and Stiles wasn't there. So I went next door to Scott's room. Scott opened the door and let me in. "Where were you?" Stiles asked. "I went to get fresh towels from the reception as our reached of Nicotine and I got side tracked" I informed them. I was a little shaky. "Stel why are you shaking? Did something happen?" Stiles asked as he came over to me. "There was this number hung up in the receptionist booth. 198. I asked her what it meant and she said that he husband put it up there as since this Motel has opened he's been keeping track" I assured them. "Keeping track of what?" Scott asked. "The number of guest suicides" I breathed. "All suicides?" Lydia asked. "Hanging, throat cutting, pill popping, shot gun in the mouth suicides" I informed them. Lydia started hearing voices and she rushed to the room next to Scott's. Mine and Stiles' room. "This room isn't safe" she said. "W-why is it not safe?" Stiles asked. "Most of the suicides happened in this room" Lydia turned around. I looked at Stiles who pulled me close to him. Stella walked to the bed and started gathering up her things. "You know there is something seriously wrong with this place" she said. "Stiles we need to leave" she said as she was packing away her things. "But they were suicides, not murders. it's not like this place is haunted. Right?" Scott turned to Lydia. "Maybe it is" Lydia replied.