𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐃 𝐓𝐎 𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐆𝐄𝐓 ➤ [ 𝑠𝑡𝑖𝑙𝑒𝑠 𝑠𝑡𝑖𝑙𝑖𝑛𝑠𝑘𝑖 ] > 3

chapter 13

song- Dusk til Dawn
by
Zayn and Sia

"Lydia,stop, what are you doing?" I near her, my eyes scanning her intently as she switches off the machine, turning to me.

We had to get Malia out, she almost freezed to death, luckily we were just in time.

"It's too dangerous, we're not going to save anyone by freezing you guys to death." She tells me, crossing her arms, giving away that she has already made her decision.

"But it was working, wasn't it?" Malia raises her voice, her head whipping in Lydia's direction, refering to the previous events where something whirred in the air, accompanied by a sharp light shining through.

"It was a light and a strange noise, no Stiles." She deadpans, making me sigh in frustration.

"But I remember it now, I can see him in my head." Scott objects, his eyes piercing through Lydia's ,Malia adding that she can also see him in her head.

"He's more real now than he's ever been. If we can bring Stiles back, we can bring everyone back!" Scott loudly states, his voice pleading.

"There's a huge difference in being a vivid memory and an actual human being." Lydia states, becoming slightly agitated.

"Well, I'm going in." I interrupt their bicker, going to the hem of my shirt, "Lilly, it's too dangerous." Lydia repeats, making me roll my eyes, "I don't care. I care about Stiles and getting him back, now it's either this death trap or actual hypnosis." My fingers graze thr hem of my shirt, wanting to pull it over my head.

"Lydia, she's right." Scott speaks up, "in my memories, I didn't only see Stiles, but I saw him and Lilly. Together. They have a connection."

"I saw it too." Malia adds, her gaze meeting the floor.

Lydia glances back at me, tugging at her hair before she gives a sigh.

"Fine." She groans, "but we're doing it the old fashioned way, we're going to hypnotise you."

I drop my hands to my side,smiling victoriously, "let's engage this mission."

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Sitting in the slightly uncomfortable chair, I fold my hands in my lap, my eyes staring at the lit candle in front of me, then I quickly divert my gaze to Lydia, her eyes filled with worry as she clutches the notepad, where she wrote the hypnosis on, tightly in her hand.

I give her a reassuring nod, my gaze moving to the candle once again.

"Take a deep breath, and look at the candle." Lydia starts, her voice soft and even and I do as told, my gaze fixated on the candle as I take a deep breath.